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[you_run_i_chase]

WHO: Parker, Laura, Judas, Adam, Frankenstein, Paddy, Sexby, Data?
WHAT: Going on a warden hunt, gonna run into some ghosts, yay bad bad things.
WHERE: Haunted Hill's basement of fun and murder.
WHEN: Before the lights go out.
NOTES: Spammy log, hop in, go nuts

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[intofireforever]

Laura was holding her gun in both hands, her communicator tucked away in her pocket for the moment. She looked down at the weapon skeptically, and then at Parker.

"Aren't these filled with blank rounds? That's what that guy told us."

[heavenonthemind]

Judas met up with both of them, his pistol tucked into his pocket and instead focused on the directions he was receiving to point him in the direction of Sexby. The Apostle almost shook where he stood but tried to look more confident with Parker nearby.

"D-Do you think he's lying?" he asked, quietly.

[you_run_i_chase]

"I think that if they were all blanks that they wouldn't be anywhere near as fun." She considered for a moment, looking at her journal again, wanting to hear something from Jarod. She knew that Denise and Paddy were here, but she needed to know if they had to hit all four areas in order to find people. "I'd say probably half-blanks and half-live rounds."

Little late to the party. Like a boss.

[failedcreator]

Victor approached them, and was deeply puzzled by their talk of 'live' ammunition and 'blanks'. The gun he had been given was not the type of weapon that he was familiar with. Still, he supposed it couldn't be that hard to use.

"Greetings. Have we heard of what may be below the floor?"

[christ_onabike]

Paddy was sat in the corner of his cell, staring at the image of his dead daughter and son, entirely convinced they were hallucinations, just like he'd had before. He could never properly escape that drug addiction, could he?

So, he was doing the only thing he could right now; try to warm up, because he was still freezing cold, and still just wanted something to make him feel that little bit closer to them, something to keep him in reality.

So he was just humming the tune he'd been singing before, hoping they'd come for him soon enough.

Parker has the next tag! :D

[intofireforever]

As it turned out, "soon enough" was only a few minutes later.

They'd followed Laura's journal towards Paddy's location, and once they were close, Laura had just used the sound of his humming to find the right cell. She yanked open the door, needing to be the first one inside, and used her journal as a flashlight to find him sitting in the corner.

She crouched next to her warden and wrapped her arms around him. As ticked off as she was at him, she didn't want him to suffer this way.

"Paddy, it's okay. I'm here, Miss Parker's here, and we're going to get you out."

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker looked like hell. She stood behind Laura as she yanked open the door of the cell. Her hand was on her gun, and her arms were shaking with tension. She hadn't let go of it since she had seen the first ghost, and it was only because she cared so much for Paddy that she shifted one gun away from the grip.

She stepped into the room and looked to Laura, and she swallowed quickly before she spoke softly. "See. Told ya we'd get ya out of here. Come on, Paddy-cakes. Warden item and out." She moved closer to him, but she didn't want to interrupt his time with Laura. But her concern for him was written all over her face. Yeah, getting the two of them out was the best thing to do, and she'd get Denise alone.

[christ_onabike]

Paddy looked up at them both in relief, and gratefully leant into Laura, because it was... he needed help and he knew it, but he preferred to get it from Parker and Laura than whatever these fucks were offering.

"I..." He glanced over Laura's shoulder and told... the lurking ghost of his daughter, "I fucking love you, Mandy. I ain't leaving you... you're just... I know this is just... the drugs. must be the drugs"

He pushed himself to his feet, still weighed down a little by wet clothes, "Let's get out."

THE DADDY ISSUES THREAD - set BEFORE Paddy's rescue

[intofireforever]

Laura was walking along with the rest of the hunting party, using her journal to talk to Paddy. She was trying to comfort him, although she didn't think she was doing a very good job. She was talking about where they were all trapped--that she would stay behind if they couldn't find him in time.

"It's not the worst place I've ever--" she started, but stopped abruptly when she saw it. There, not more than ten paces ahead of the group, was her father. The vessel for the thing who'd abused her, raped her, and finally killed her. A huge burst of static went off in her journal as she froze.

"Dad...? No, no...!"

He took a step in her direction, and she ran from him, shrieking, down the stretch of hall they'd just come from.

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker had been taking up the rear, watching the group's back and making sure that there was nothing coming up behind them. She didn't like this place, the corridors and hallways were entirely too familiar. The smell of it, the feeling of it, the despair in it reminded her of the sub levels of the Centre, and every so often the images that she saw through the slits of the doors only reenforced that feeling. She'd been born in underground rooms like this, she'd played in them and maybe in another life, she'd once died in them. It was what she believed before she had gone back the second time

[intofireforever]

Laura continued to run, unheeding of Parker. Paddy kept talking to her, and she screamed back to him over her journal.

"It was him, it was always him and I didn't even know! He--ted--play--"

The static sounded at exactly the point her father appeared roughly eight feet from her, holding his arms out for a hug and smiling.

"Come say hello to your father, princess."

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker ran after her; after all, she was quite used to chasing someone in heels. She made good ground following the blond and she held out her journal, trying to see so that they didn't run directly into someone doing something stupid. She didn't see the man in front of her when she looked, but she saw him through the journal, and she heard him cackling out through the speakers.

Parker felt cold, stilling quickly, and she reached out and grabbed Laura before she could run into that circle of arms. She didn't like where this was heading. Her voice was soft and she tried to jerk her away. "We need to get the fuck out of here. Come on."

Denise rescue.

[you_run_i_chase]

So it was Parker and Judas, and Parker didn't look back at what was going on. She couldn't watch as Paddy and Laura left and headed back to the ship. They still had a job to do. When Parker looked at her communicator, she knew that Denise was closer to Paddy's location than Sexby was, and it made sense that she was the next one to get

Re: Denise rescue.

[heavenonthemind]

Judas was more than ready to be out of this port. The whispers of Jesus grew louder and louder and it was becoming harder and harder to ignore them. He himself was also significantly covered in muck, from blood and gore around the foul places in the basement, his clothes no longer the pristine condition of when they first arrived. His own device continued to point toward where his warden would surely be but he didn't know if Parker would head upstairs after recovering her own warden. Nonetheless, he followed her quietly through the darkness, his own fear increasing as he thought he saw the end of a white robe.

At the sound of her words, the Apostle simply nodded and held his gun out in front of him like he'd learned in Masterworld and even more in the zombie port.

"Got it," he moved to the other side of the door, swallowing as he tried to remember how best to cover someone when they opened a door.

Re: Denise rescue.

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker wasn't going to leave Judas down here wandering in the basement. At this moment she wouldn't even leave Lyle wandering around those bleak and murderous hallways and she actually liked him. It would be Denise, then if she wanted to leave, Parker would tag along with Sexby and Judas; she would never leave Judas to deal with this alone.

She swallowed and nodded to him when he held is gun out in front of him, and then Parker looked towards the door again quickly. She held up her fingers, counting them off. On three she kicked the door open quickly, holding out her gun to the corners before she said. ""Denise!"

Denise rescue.

[gotgirlballs]

"FUCK!" Denise yelled as the door swung in and slammed against the cell wall. She jumped from shock and glared in the direction of her rescuers. "A little warning would've been nice!"

She was pale and sort of drawn in on herself, not due to the ghosts (who had only ticked her off) but her treatment in the saturation chamber. That reaction was a physiological response as much as it was psychological; the lights and sound became torturous after a while. She'd stopped crying long before her inmate and Judas showed up, though, and kept up a facade of her usual bravado and bitchiness.

She moved out of her cell and towards the hunting party, arms crossed tightly in front of her. "Took you long enough," she said, which was essentially the closest she could come to thanking them. Especially Parker, who'd come even after their little blowup.

Parker and Denise's excellent ghost filled adventure for item finding.

[you_run_i_chase]

Once Judas was safe with Sexby, Parker and Denise started heading toward the place where Denise's item was. She wanted them to get the fuck out of here, and she was certain that Sexby would be able to restrain Judas far more than she could. The journal lead Parker and Denise deeper into the labyrinthine hallways of the House, and they looked even more like the Centre now, so much so that Parker almost didn't need the ghosts.

Every once in a while, she heard a kid's laughter; her laughter. It was light and carefree. Parker hadn't laughed like that in twenty-five years or so. She frowned and she looked around, seeing her younger self hold Jarod's hand. She was trembling now, and she had been so focused on looking behind her that she hadn't noticed the appearance of her father in front of her. Miss Parker walked right into her father's arms as she always had, and they closed around her, making her whimper. "No. You're not real."

Parker and Denise's excellent ghost filled adventure for item finding.

[gotgirlballs]

Denise, on the other hand, wasn't all that bothered by their surroundings. The thought of going back to the saturation chamber? That unsettled her. She could handle the darkness, the dampness, and an occasional game of ghostly peek-a-boo with dear dead mommy better than another trip there.

Luckily, this meant she was able to focus on her inmate's issues before her own.

When Parker spoke, Denise looked at her through her journal's camera--and there was Mr. Parker, or an image of him, holding her. That shit simply wasn't going to fly.

"Parker, back away," she said. "You're right, he's not real, so back the hell away."

Parker and Denise's excellent ghost filled adventure for item finding.

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker shuddered when she felt the hand move to her hair, brushing it like it always had, every good time that he had hugged her, every time she actually remembered. But she didn't remember the other things, even though she had known that they were true. If Jarod had... and that fucking file, then they needed to be true. "Angel." She heard the gruff deep tones of her father's voice, low and directly in her ear. "My Angel. Just like your mother but with the Parker spirt."

She tried to take a step back, but the ghost was holding her tightly enough to hurt as she started to struggle. The hand at her back gripped tighter, and the one that had been at her hair moved to rest on the back of her neck. She whimpered again, and she pressed the gun to her father's chest. "Let fucking go of me."

Her finger twitched; the only thing that stopped her from pulling the trigger was the worry that there might be someone from the barge down the hallway that might accidently take the bullet.

Parker and Denise's excellent ghost filled adventure for item finding.

[gotgirlballs]

Denise walked right up to the pair and settled a hand on Parker's shoulder. She held tight, and looked up at where her father's face should be. She could hear him over her journal; she needed to see if he'd acknowledge her back.

"Hands off my inmate, you sick fuck."