On Vash's hand, incoherently scribbled in sharpie, was an address.
This party would be his escape. Paper clenched tight in his hands, his eyes scoured the jumbled bodies.
He just needed a new roommate, preferably a lone-wolf.
But boy, did that ge...
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In light of the door being locked, and there being no discernable means of getting free, the group found themselves in a huddle in the kitchen. No one wanted to be in the living room, as it housed the spider that Wolfwood claimed was some cheap decoration, but no one wanted to risk it.
It was a loose circle, more of an oblong oval or at least as much of a round shape that could be created with four people, Vash and Wolfwood being so far split from each other it was as deep as the slit down Wolfwood's chest. Milly had seated herself on the floor, Meryl deep in thought next to her, head buried in her knees.
It initially began as a means to problem-solve, troubleshoot ways to get out, but one thing led to another and now they were telling ghost stories in the middle of the haunted apartment. It really all began to happen after Meryl had popped up from her resting position, petulantly noting something about the current predicament reminding her of a ghost story she once had to present. It spiraled from there.
Vash had looked somewhat startled at the story, his eyebrows visibly creasing into a thin line as her story progressed. "Yeah, this is sounding somewhat familiar, where did you even hear this from?" He had hesitantly questioned, face twisted into a nervous grimace.
"Oh. Well, I had asked the chief of police himself, gave a little interview for accuracy. My professor was incredibly impressed," the ravenette had started, her chest puffing out, "but honestly, he said something about witnessing the devil himself hand the guy a red cloak of invisibility. According to the drawing he showed, it kind of reminded me of yours, actually."
Vash tugged nervously at the collar of his shirt before continuing the conversation. "What a wild story! Does anyone else have a story to share, since we're now doing that instead of finding ways out?"
Note, this is when the means for figuring a way of escape, turned into a spooky campfire moment.
Wolfwoods face warped into some odd combination of pure joy and mischief before starting. His body leaned back; legs cockily spread before him as his arms bent to support his weight. "Actually, I have a story."
Vash immediately did not like where this was going. Uncrossing his legs, he let himself get comfortable as Wolfwood continued undeterred, "So there was this one time where I was cutting this avocado, and there was a lot, and I mean a lot, of meat still left on the pit. So I popped that bad boy right in my mouth. Like: osdv dsnv," He grossly gesticulates his mouth, tongue lolling out at odd angles.
He pauses, mouth now firmly set, as he gazes at his audience before leaning in, "and there was this moment where I thought, 'man, if I sneeze right now its over for me.' So maybe I'm actually the ghost and we just don't know." A flippant shrug was all the fanfare he left his audience with, concluding his anecdote.
