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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She looks frazzled and confused, having woken up in this stupid place a few minutes ago too.]
Ugh...Dean?
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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 ( ... )
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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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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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Jo gives him a solid look before stepping aside to let him try and get the bolts out."Hey, don't blame me for this!" A small pout. "That's some heavy duty door..." it was a mutter, before she flinched lightly as the curses starting. She lifted her brows, mildly amused by his antics, but mostly having the good sense that panicing about this wasn't going to get them anywhere good.
"Hey," she stepped forward, almost gingerly placing a hand on his shoulder, her other traveling to rest of his forearm, just in case he does try and throw a knife or something. "Hey! Freaking out about this isn't going to get us anywhere." Trying to keep her voice level and stern. Because two of them panicing was even less counterproductive. "Let's just think about this...or something..." Damn it. She really wasn't helping....
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"Yeah, or something. If there were windows in the damn place we could break one out and try to climb out." But since there were no windows -- and what kind of hotel room doesn't have windows, seriously -- that option was out. He didn't want to just sit on his ass either, though that was largely looking like their only option right now.
(ooc: Oooh nice! Dean is from midway through s5 ep1, right after their visit to Chuck and finding out Cas exploded. He disappeared when him and Sam were in the motel after that.)
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She didn't like being 'caged' either. She didn't have good experience with that. Of course, Dean had worse, but still. She tilted her head upwards, gaze stopping on the vent. It was too high for her to reach alone, so she looked at Dean first, before deciding she can do it herself. Naturally...
"Hey, up there," she pointed, already striding to the desk, putting her weight into it, beginning to drag it over to the vent. She didn't exactly know what that would achieve. But maybe if someone was int he room over, they could ask them to unlock the door?
Climbing onto the polished wooden desk, she straightened up, even standing on the tips of her toes to see anything. She breathed, accidentally blowing away the dust in the vent, quickly turning away from it, nearly loosing her balance. "Damn it....They missed a spot.((ooc: Oooh! Okay ( ... )
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Walking over he helped her push the desk up against the wall and stood behind her to watch her balance. When she lost it he immediately reached up to steady her and wound up planting his hands right on her ass. He let go quickly once he was sure she wouldn't tumble and cleared his throat. "Sorry bout that."
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She flinched when Dean tried to steady her balance, promptly hiding her slightly reddening cheeks. She gave a small laugh, "Better than letting me fall," pause. "Ugh...thanks?" Glancing down at him.
She got out her own knife now, trying the bolts of the vent. "Oh come on," it was her turn to growl at the fact that this whole 'get the vent' open thing wasn't working. "It's...not working..." The knife slipped off the bolt, which was relentlessly not moving from it's spot, and the sharp edge managed to painfully nick her palm, making the knife slip from her hand. "Shit," a frown, an aggravated sigh, as she jumped down from the desk to the floor, bending to pick the knife up, before lifting to look at her bleeding thumb.
A galre at the vent, as if that would do anything. "It's like this room doesn't want us to get out."
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