The RP over a month in the making....<br/><br/>It took two weeks to make the first post and everyone probably lost interest already...<br/><br/><br/><b><span style="font-size: 26px">H A U N T E D  M A N S I O N</span></b><br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The darkness was beginning to creep in, but the sun had not yet left the horizon. The vibrant yellows, oranges, and purples of the passing evening were mixing with the soft blue grey that was beginning to fill the sky. A lone car lazily cruised its way down the street, a slow streak of silver atop the blackish-grey asphalt that had begun to crack with age. Small bumps occasionally jostled the small group within.<br/><br/>Finally as they crawled to a stop next to a great looming house, not quite falling apart but creaking with age. It was three stories tall but it seemed to tower over anyone who viewed it like a skyscraper. Each floor looked like it could house a small football field and the structure's backlot in the distance looked more like a complete graveyard rather than a backyard. The whole thing was just a giant overwhelming mansion who's exterior was just as haunting as its interior. There was an almost unavoidable sense of dread upon approach.<br/><br/>Almost.<br/><br/>"Alright, we're here!"<br/><br/>Enter Chelsie, age 21, official cheerleader and chaperone of the group. Despite her slight seniority, she often takes a (metaphorical) back seat to things, watching over her friends from the sidelines and egging them on. While she takes on a 'older sister' role, she uses it more to collect favors rather than actually protect them. Still, Chelsie has a good heart, probably.<br/><br/><i>"Thank God you had me here to drop your little asses off. 7pm ain't so bad this time, but a favor's a favor. Now back there are some uh, sandwiches? They ran out of those grilled chicken salads. I brought some body wash, shampoo and conditioner, loofah, all the works. Oh... shit I forgot a towel. Uh can someone check in the ba-"</i><br/><br/>"Got it."<br/><br/>Mary Suitor, age 19, already had gotten out and popped the truck, fishing out a single bath towel alongside a few paper bags presumably with the supplies inside.<br/><br/>"Uh... only one?"<br/><br/><i>"I like that one towel very much mind you, buuuuut I bet there's some more inside." </i><br/><br/>"And why would there be towels and running water inside an abandoned mansion?"<br/><br/><i>"Cause they're selling it dummy. Well, trying to. I don't even remember when they put it up for sale. Don't even see the sign anymore."</i><br/><br/>"Great."<br/><br/><i>"But enough about that, lets go over the plan;<br/>
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You all are going to stay the night here, from 7... 7:02 pm now, to 7 am tomorrow morning. You need to stay here, no crying to me to pick you up early, no running away. Uh, I don't think there's actually anything within a few miles of here really. You can hang around outside or in the backyard if you want, I wouldn't when it gets pitch dark outside though. <br/>
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Sooo~ the bet is if whoever tries to back out at any time, or stays but ends up a sniveling mess by the end has to do whatever the 'winners' tell them to do for a day. But if all three of you survive the night and put on a brave face by the end of it, I have to do whatever you all say for a week. Alright, any one wanna back out now? ...No? Welp, I'll see you tomorrow then. Maybe we can stop by Starbucks after.<br/>
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Take care lovelies!"</i><br/><br/>And their last hope of escape began to slowly pull away into the setting sun.<br/><br/>(w/<a class="username" data-user-id="5411" data-username="Chartreux" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5411/">Chartreux</a>,<a class="username" data-user-id="10941" data-username="Masquerade Belle" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10941/">Masquerade Belle</a>, and whoever else is interested and submits to me in DMs and gets accepted. I will announce when I close the rp to future submissions.)