Corpseville {open to all}

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

((OOC: Sorry it took me so long... I'll try to keep up))

Sam

Sam watched as Veronique went into the office. Then turned his attention back to Stelle as she answered his question. Nodding his head he grinned at her.

"Yeah, I guess if someone else is footing the bill you can't really turn that down."

Just after Stelle asked Sam about what he was doing there a couple things all happened at once. Sam didn't have a chance to answer as another dark haired woman walked right past them and headed toward the office. Then there was the sound of breaking glass and the lights for the office all went out.

Sam was moving toward the office door in a flash at the same time the dark haired woman, who seemed to be a little over dressed with her hood pulled up over her head, said something about the motel being closed.

"It's not closed. My brother is in there along with two other people that just walked in. What the HELL is going on."

Pushing the door open Sam rushed into the the office. Standing just inside the door letting his eyes adjust and scanning the room.

"Dean?! What's going on?"

Sam shouted out before he saw Dean crouch near the front desk. There was no one behind the counter. Sam raised his eyebrow in question as he looked over at Dean. Waiting for some kind of explanation.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

The tinkling sounds of falling glass gradually came to a stop and silence filled the air in the motel office once again. For a second he just stayed put, crouched and half expecting something else randomly nuts to happen.

"Hey. Neal? You okay?" Dean tried again, standing up and brushing off fragments of broken lightbulb as he moved cautiously to the other guy's side. Neal had gone eerily silent and still since his rather intuitive announcement that they should duck and that left Dean wondering if he was either the cause of it, or was just senstive to supernatural occurances.

Getting no response, Dean shifted his attention upwards to the shattered light fittings, then across to the door when Sam and everyone else came inside.

"Dean?! What's going on?"

"You took the words right outta my mouth." He replied, looking just as confused as Sam. The cut on his cheek stung and pressed the back of his hand to it and pulled it away to inspect how much blood was actually coming out of it while he explained what had happened.

"Crazy old woman who runs the place disappeared into the back to look for a room key even though there's a bunch of them right there, then the electric's start flickering and this guy Neal goes all ESP on me and tells us to duck right before the lightbulb's go 'splodey and is it just me or is it un-naturally cold in here?" He gave Sam a knowing look, wondering if he'd come to the same conclusion from Dean's description of events. Ghostly activity.

[goddess1girl]

Veronique studied the mess and the unnatural coldness of the room. It meant one thing, ghosts. With a sigh, she scanned the room fro anything that might give the room a little bit more light, but found nothing, not even a damn flashlight. If it wasn’t weird enough that the lights had exploded there were two new strangers. One had a scent of the undead, so maybe a vampire. Great a werewolf and a vampire, things will really turn out well. And then the other guy who Dean called Neal. Things in this town were officially odd.

But it was weird all this happening in one tiny room in a god forsaken town in the middle of nowhere, this didn’t seem like just a coincidence at all .Something was at work here pulling them all together or it was just thoughts all going to Vicky’s head, either way it was weird in this place.

Vicky let out a sigh.”What are we going to do now, we can’t just stand here.”She pointed out, clearly pointing out the obvious to the rest of them, but someone had to speak, it was getting a little eerie in there. Running a hand through her red hair, she sighed if only they weren’t ghosts.

[ampedvamp]

((OOH! Used the spell check before posting and looneyville is a word...just...so you guys know.))

The scent of different emotions rushed into her nose, two rose above the rest: fear and anger. Celeste tilted her head to the side and walked into the eerily dark motel office. She removed the hood from her head and took her sunglasses off. She felt the acute change from the warmth outside to a glass cutting chill. In this dark and cold place she was at home. She was comfortable. She lurked around the edges of the gathering, watching everyone carefully before she decided they were more worried about their well-being than anything else. She approached the counter and looked at the keys hanging up. "Well, this will make one think twice about escorting an old woman across the street..."

Her eyes dilated, cat-like in their function to allow traces of some light to enter for better dark and low light vision. She had to be careful, she didn't need people to see the glint in her eyes and go trigger happy on her. She couldn't see anything of importance. Dust falling, maybe a shadow in the back...

She tried listening to the sounds within, but everyone was making such a ruckus that she couldn't distinguish their sounds from the sounds deeper in the office. She sighed and let her pupils revert to their natural state. She went to the back of the counter and started touching the keys. "It doesn't look like anyone is in trouble. I guess we're all here to get a room. Any particular room you would prefer?" She turned her head to look at the other folks in the room. She'll pay the lady when she gets back from looneyville...

Maybe.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam looked at Dean as he told what happened. He felt the chill in the air too. A creepy old lady running the motel? Well that was a little cliche Sam was thinking. But, there was no denying the rest of the things that had happened. The flickering electricity, exploding light bulbs, the sudden drop in temperature. Sam nodded at Dean in understanding. Ghosts.

Then people started to move around the office. He heard the girl Veronique speaking and turned to look at her. Before he could say something the dark haired one in the hoodie moved behind the front desk. Asking if people wanted to get room keys. Sam let out a sigh.

"Yeah, we can't really stand her and do nothing. Dean, if you wanna get a key for us I think I'm going to go out to the car, I left something out there."

Sam raised his eyebrows at his brother and hoped he understood what he meant. He wasn't sure what they would be able to do with all these people around but they needed to check the place out. They already knew something weird was going on.

Heading out the door Sam went immediately to the back of the car. Opening up the trunk he looked around to make sure know one was around before he lifted up the false bottom. Grabbing the EMF detector he stuck it in his jacket pocket and then picked up the sawed off shotgun. Making sure it was fully loaded with salt rounds he tucked it inside his jacket and then zipped the jacket up. Sure he wasn't going to be able to hide it that way for long, but hopefully they could get everyone out of the office while they went through the place and checked it out. Finally he grabbed several more shotgun rounds and stuck them into his other pocket before shutting the trunk and going back to the office.

Walking back through the front door Sam immediately looked for Dean. Making sure he had his attention before he said anything. Sam took a quick look around at the others as well.

"Maybe everyone should go ahead and get a room key. It would probably be best if you all stick together or at least stay in pairs or something. Not wander around out there alone for now. Me and Dean will check out the back room. See if we can find the old lady and see if she knows anything about what's going on?"

Sam walked over to Dean. Glass crunching underneath his boots as he moved. As discreetly as he could he pulled out the EMF detector and handed it to him. At least that they could explain to people.

[stella]

((Of course, stay together... While Stelle's been left outside XD))

Stella watched Sam head in after a crash inside the motel lobby-room-thing. Now, she liked Dean for the two minutes she'd known him but the whole creepy, dark haired woman and stuff was freaking her out just a little. So rather than follow the crowd to the problem she slipped off towards her room to check on Ritz, she was terrified the creepy woman would turn him into a table. She used her key to get into her room and found it completely and wholely the exact same as she'd left it. Her stuff was in the same spots and sitting on her bed was her fluffy, tiny dog. He wagged his tail and hopped off before padding over to her. She noticed he seemed a bit off, his tail quicklt was stuck between his legs and when he leaned against her ear-scratching hand he seemed to be shivering a little. "Awe, what's wrong boy?" She asked him. He didn't answer of course, just licked her fingers.

She went to leave the room, to see what everyone else was doing but Ritz didn't let her. He whined and howled and made a huge fuss as she closed the door. She didn't want to carry him around but hardly wanted the wicked witch of the west to kick her out because of the barking... So after a moment she grabbed his leash, and looked back out to the Impala. And of course nobody was there. How perfect for Stella.

"I guess they all went back inside..." She murmered from where she stood, just outside her room's door. Now she'd have gone back to look for them there but Ritz wasn't allowed in the lobby-office-thingy. So she stood there a second before shaking her head and walking to the grassy area behind the building to see if her dog needed to use the bathroom. After all, nobody was screaming, she had no reason to be freaked out. So she stood there with a yawn and leaned against the building, watching her dog.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

Okay...how many random tourists are there in this ghost town? Dean mused, finally noticing yet another unfamiliar woman wander in after Sam. If it had been a couple of years ago when he was a little younger and much more willing to sow his wild oats, then this situation, with three very pretty and seemingly single females would have been like Christmas and new year all rolled into one. Now though, his drive to flirt with anything in, or out of, a skirt was somewhat tempered and figuring out what had just happened became more of a priority.

The fact that he was still wholey and utterly in love with a kindergarten teacher in another state was neither here nor there.

"It doesn't look like anyone is in trouble. I guess we're all here to get a room. Any particular room you would prefer?"

"Who's this?" Dean asked Sam, ignoring the unknown dark haired woman he was crooking his thumb at and getting only a typical Sammy shrug and a 'don't ask me, she just turned up' look before he went out to the car to fetch what it was he'd forgotten. If Dean knew Sam like he thought he did (which was still up for debate lately), then little brother was either going out to get their EMF, some salt, iron or a shotgun or two. Or some combination of all of the above.

He had been about to press the question of who the mystery woman was when a noise in the back caught his attention. It sounded to Dean like a door swinging shut, only when he turned, expecting to see the cranky old lady returning to swear and curse about the mess, there was no-one there. Or at least there was no-one there now. He'd thought out of the corner of his eye that a shadow had moved along the back wall and something about it was nagging at his instincts.

"Hey?" Leaning over the counter, Dean called out to see if he could get whoever's attention it was but no-one responded.

"Old lady?" A pause, still nothing. "We wrecked your lights, hope you don't mind." He added sarcastically. Given her temperament before she disappeared and how she'd warned them not to touch anything, Dean was certain that would get a response, but again there was only silence.

"Okay, that's a little weird...." He muttered to himself, his tone ever so slightly concerned. Slipping behind the counter, past the keys he called again.

"Anyone back there?" Sam returned before Dean got far and he waited for him to follow, noticing from the way he held himself that he was most likely concealing a sawn off under his jacket. Such was the benefit of a lifetime living and hunting in each other's pockets, it became easy to read the subtle changes in posture and body language that other people would have missed. It was that very same intuitive sense that Dean was relying on as he gave Sam a minute tilt on the head to indicate that there might be trouble in the back. Saying it out loud might have spooked the others and panic was something they didn't need right now.

[nealgordon]

(((OOC: Sorry for being away so long my pc crashed, now it's working again though! For the duration that I wasn't here feel free to consider Neal as being K.O.)))

A wave of nausea settled itself in pit of Neal stomach as an unnatural coldness washed over his body. The hard floor, which seemed to reek of some detergent he couldn’t place, wasn’t helping to ease his pain. He heard several foot steps along with the commotion of several people around him; it took him a few moments before he realized that the other voices must have been the people from the car outside. Neal opened his eyes only to notice that there wasn’t much of a difference.

“God this is cold” he said out loud as he continued to lie on the floor

He had experienced something like this back in San Francisco; Henry had said that it had been a ghost. The problem was that back then the ghost presence felt like a cold gust of air, this felt as if he had been completely submerged into ice water. He listened to the other strangers, his nausea got worse as one of the women passed by him. That was odd. He had no idea why he reacted like this to her. He would think about that later.

“We should check on the old woman” he suggested while he stood up, still leaning against the wall feeling as if he might hurl at any minute. As he looked up he noticed that the guy from before, Dean, was already way ahead of him. “She…err… might be hurt” he added in an attempt to clear out this particular room “So don’t spook her”. They needed to get out of this hotel, whatever was here it was strong and Neal didn’t like it one bit.

[goddess1girl]

Veronique stood back against the wall, looking over the whole situation. It was odd, all these people gathering in one little town off the highway and there just to happened to be a ghost, but not only that a vampire too. It was just weird, and the other people could be hunters and what not. This was turning out to be more of a freak show then anything.

The lights were gone, but it was not to dark fro Vicky’s eyes, as she looked around at the what five other people it the room, a little crowded in here. Not only that but the creepy little old lady was no where to be seen, making her feel a little uneasy at the moment. Not only was that but the cooler temperature in the room probably making everyone uneasy.

Flipping some of her red hair over her shoulder, Veronique watched as Sam left, watching him the corner of her eye, seeing him sneak something into his jacket, causing Vicky to raise a brow. Maybe they weren’t just ordinary brothers, if they even were brothers. They were curious, just as much as anyone else was in this room.

”I’ll check with you Neal.”Vicky replied mot wanting anyone to go after the old lady alone, not a good idea. The guy named Neal wasn’t looking so great, stepping away from the wall that she was against, she asked to him.”Are you all right, you look a bit pale.” But if the others wanted to go after the old witch ,Vicky was happy to join in with the hunt.

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam followed behind Dean as his brother moved toward the back room of the office. Staying quiet trying to listen for any noises coming from the darkness. No one was answering Dean's calls

"What's going on? Who's the 'old lady'?"

Sam talked quietly, almost whispering into Dean's ear. Not sure what was going on but it seemed Dean didn't want to get people worried. Hearing a voice behind him Sam turned around and saw the other male who had been on the floor before getting up. Sam nodded to him.

"Yeah, we're working on that. But it seems all quiet back there. Nothing is moving or making a sound."

Sam turned his attention back to Dean and gave him a shrug. Then made another attempt to scan the back room that was eerily dark. Waiting on Dean to make the first move. No sure how they would handle this with all these 'civilians' around.

[ampedvamp]

Celeste began pulling the keys off of the hooks and tossing them onto the front counter for the others. She took A17 for herself. She looked at the register, sighed to herself, and began pushing buttons on it until it opened. She then took out a twenty and put it in. And she thought she was being generous, considering the place doesn't look like its the best kept motel in town. Not to mention the fact that she had to help herself and the others with getting room keys. She closes up the register and walks around to the front.

She needed to call up Luke, this was looking less like a vampire attack and more like humans had gone crazy. Though that didn't explain the shadow, and she knew it was merely a shadow. She would hear something moving. She heard the movement as the two guys who looked like brothers exchanged something. She mentally shrugged at the eccentricities of humans and moved toward a wall so she could focus down the hall.

"This place would make one hell of an attraction during Samhain..." She saw a shadow dart from one room into another at the far end of the hall. "Complete with its own ghostly shadows in the style of a Scooby Doo chase." Every supernatural creature that has tried to assimilate into human society knows about Scooby Doo. She pointed to the room on the left. "Adventure lies down the hallway, questions may be answered if one were to follow the shadow into the room. Will there be treasure or simply defeat?" She did her best Gary Gygax impression.

She put the key into her pocket and shrugged. "Or it could be a crazy old lady with a stick."

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

Leaving the random strangers to fight over room keys, rob the cash register or whatever it was they felt the need to do right now, Dean led Sam into the back area of the office to a section more homelike than outside.

"Remember that witch we had to take care of in Florida? The one that strung you up like a piece of meat in her basement because she thought you smelled like a bunny rabbit and wanted to use you in a spell?"

Dean began talking quietly to Sam as they searched for the old bag that ran the place. He got a wistful look in his eyes and an amused smirk on his face at the memory of coming to Sam's rescue only to find the crazy witch had stuck actual rabbit ears to his head as part of her ritual sacrifice. At the time Dean had never wanted to kill anyone more and he quite happily shot the bitch between the eyes when she ran at him with her butcher's knife, but reminiscing on it now it was easier to block out the parts that scared him - finding Sam had been taken, finding Sam was unconscious and painted with blood, finding a dead rabbit had been used to make the stew he'd eaten for lunch that day - and focus on what he could use to amuse himself by way of poking a little fun at Sam.

"Well this old lady's a bit like her. Complete with the bad attitude and a bucket o'crazy to go with it." He explained, discretely pulling his pearl handled Colt from its hidden location at the back of his jeans, under his jacket. His instincts were telling him he'd need it depsite the fact it would be no use on a ghost, but then again his instincts were rarely wrong and he'd rather not walk into whatever it was going on here without some kind of weapon in hand.

Cautiously he toed open the first closed door, the one he'd thought he'd seen the woman going into and was immediately struck but how dusty and neglected it seemed inside. Unusual considering it looked like the main living space of the place. The decor looked as dated as everything else he'd seen, but his eyes were drawn to the high backed arm chair facing away from the door.

"Hey. Everything okay back here?" He asked warily, certain there was someone sat there, but unsettled that they hadn't moved to see who'd entered the room. After trading an uneasy glance with Sam he ventured forward, gun clasped tight in both hands, held down but ready to aim should the need arise.

"Lady? We're just - holy crap......." Dean's jaw hit the floor when he finally saw that the person sitting in the seat who he'd thought was the motel owner, was in fact a very dried and decayed looking corpse.

"The hell?!" Freaked out was probably an understatment as Dean eyed the body sat in the chair, looking as though whoever it was just fell asleep there and died.

"Dude...it's wearing the same clothes as the old lady I just talked to...."

[stella]

Stella yawned as she waited for Ritz to finish do whatever is he was doing, mostly sniffing around with curiousity. Stelle chuckled down at the dog, shaking her head Good thing curiousity killed the cat Ritz, or you'd be in trouble

[/color] She thought to herself, resisting the urge to giggle. You are such a loser Stelle... She added as a second thought. Her thoughts were snatched away though as Ritz stopped suddenly, a low growl raising from his throat.

Stelle blinked. Ritz wasn't aggressive nor was he usually one to growl. Not to mention he seemed to be growling at the motel, more specificly a motel room with an open door. No doubt the cleaning lady was inside, but why was that bugging Ritz? "Hey, Ritz. Stop that," Stelle told the dog, giving a gentle tug on the leash. He didn't stop, in fact he bolted towards the room, tearing his leash out of Stelle's hand. Stelle squeaked in surprise but soon chased the dog as he barrelled towards the room, still growling. 'Ritz!" Stelle snapped angrilly.

She fully expected Ritz to go right into the room, but he didn't. Instead he stopped at the propped door, snarling, his fur on end. Stelle stopped behind him, and scooped him up in her arms despite his squirming and snarling. "What has gotten into you? Stelle muttered, furrowing her brows in anger. She winced as a lock of her vibrant red hair got stuck in his collar and was pulled. "Ritz enough!" She told the dog only to have him continue to ignore her. He squirmed again and lept from her arms, slipping into the room. Stelle rolled her eyes in anger and followed the dog in.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know..." Stelle started to say, only to stop mid-sentence as her emerald gaze took in the room. The first thing she saw was that she had indeed been right in thinking the cleaning lady was in the room. Except she hadn't expected to see the woman dead and covered in blood. The next thing she noticed was that she was having trouble breathing due to the next thing she saw. There was a man, he had dark hair and red eyes. Or at least that's how it looked to Stelle. He was standing a little ways from the body, also covered in blood but he was licking the blood off his fingers. Stelle's stomach retched as Ritz cowered behind her. The man turned to look at Stelle at the exact time she let out a shriek of fear.

Now Stelle had never been into screaming when she was scared but this.. .This was something else. Something else completely. She slowly stepped away though the man didn't stop looking at her and then as if to just screw her over she bumped the door, causing it to shut. Now she had two options, turn her back to the cannibal and open the door, or sit there like a duck and watch him. Jake's self-protection lessons came to her and she didn't turn her back, she'd have a better chance if she saw him coming.

((Thanks to Greg for the Rugaru idea))[/blockquote]

[Sam Winchester (NPC)]

Sam

Sam stuck close to Dean, his hand on the shotgun under his coat. He shook his head as the dark haired girl was talking. Looking back over his shoulder she seemed to be the only one still behind them in the office. The guy and the red head Veronique seemed to have disappeared, maybe off exploring on their own somewhere. A little chuckle escaped him as the mysterious one ended her comments.

"Or it could be a crazy old lady with a stick."

Sam also realized that Stelle, the other red head they had met never made it into the office. Wondering vaguely what she was doing and if she was alright. Turning his attention back to the task at hand he listened as Dean explained about the old lady. A shudder shook his body a bit as he remembered the incident. He certainly didn't want a repeat of that.

As they crept quietly further back into the darkened area, Sam scanned back and forth looking for anything out of place. Except for it being practically pitch black everything looked normal so far. When they reached the door where Dean had thought the shadow had gone Sam stopped and moved over to the side while Dean pushed the door open slowly. Pulling out the shotgun he held it at the ready while Dean called into the room. As Dean moved further into the room Sam followed him inside.

It was oddly still and silent as the walked. There seemed to be someone sitting in a chair. Sam tilted his head and shrugged a little at Dean when their eyes met. Both of them knowing something wasn't right. Sam kept quiet while Dean tried to get the person's attention. Then it seemed they both realized at the same time that this wasn't a person. At least not anymore. This was most definitely a dead body and from the state it was in it had been that way for awhile. Sam walked around the other side of the chair carefully to check out that side of the room while Dean spoke.

"Dude...it's wearing the same clothes as the old lady I just talked to...."

Sam raised his eyebrows as he looked over at his brother. Continuing to sweep the room and look for anything else that might be hiding. He made his way around and came back to stand next to Dean and spoke softly.

"What the hell is going on here. This must be the old lady? A spirit is what you saw at the desk? That's just..."

Sam's words were cut off in mid-sentence by a blood curdling scream. The scream seemed to have come from a little ways away. Definitely from outside somewhere away from the office. It was a woman and the thought flashed through his mind. Giving his brother a quick look he just said.

"Stelle"

The word was barely out of his mouth before he was on his way out the door where the creepy dead woman was and headed back to the office. He wasn't exactly going at a fully on run but he was moving quickly with long strides. He moved through the office taking a quick glance to make sure that Dean was coming. Sam saw the dark haired woman again still near the register and without stopping spoke to her.

"You heard that right? Somebody screaming?"

Sam pushed the door to the office open and stepped outside. Taking a minute to look around and figure out where the screaming had come from. He saw not far away across the lot the door to one of the rooms was open. Knowing that Dean would pick up on it the same as he had he didn't bother to stop and say anything else to his brother he just headed toward the open room to see what was going on in there.

[ZZZ - Dean - RETIRED]

"Man, this is just like that scene in Psycho, right at the end with the dessicated mother...." Dean commented as he pulled a disgusted face at the corpse he couldn't tear his eyes from. He could hear Sam moving around but it was just too weird to see an exact replica of the cranky old hag like this it was beyond disturbing.

"...And not the crappy remake either. The original black and white version with the chocolate syrup for blood-"

As if on cue, an ear splitting scream echoed around the motel complex, making Dean snap his head up from decomposition inspection to the direction the sound had come from. In seconds he'd drawn the same conclusion over who's voice it was as his brother and was a barely a step behind Sam as they rushed back out front to see what was going on.

"Where's Stelle?" Dean asked, seeing her no-where in sight. Still with gun in hand, he brushed past the others and went straight outside, eyes narrowed like a hawk in search of something to target. A window shutter flapping in the gentle breeze to his left caught his eye but it wasn't until Sam came out that he noticed the open room door on the right. Which promptly slammed shut as they approached.

"Wanna bet behind door number one is the special prize?" Dean quipped as they approached, his gun now held out in front as he sidled up to the edge of the window to see if he could see who was inside. The curtains were partially drawn but in between the cracks in the drapes he could see red. A lot of red. And not intentional 'let's paint this room a really rouge colour to match the carpet' red either.

"Sam....." Dean's tone was low and warning, a 'watch you back' kinda worried tone. He moved further along, aware that the other people had probably come over to see what was going on too. He didn't care about them right now, whether they saw him with a gun or not or if they wondered what the hell he and Sam were doing with their silent hand gesture tactial assault formation. Something was going on in this room and they needed to get in a stop whatever it was that had split so much blood. Given the fact Stelle had screamed the house down, it was a pretty safe bet something was still around.