Seth Franner's Story

Seth had just walked into the studio room when he heard a:

"How do you guys feel about wearing night-vision goggles?"

Seth put his usual smirk on. "Sounds cool. But where will we get them?" Seth asked. He threw his backpack on the floor and pulled out a binder and pencil. He looked over his Blocking again. He had to make sure everyone was in the right spot at the right time, the camera zoom was perfect, the lighting was correct. You could say he was like a secondary player for every role. Seth took a glance at Dorian, Seth didn't trust him, but then again Seth's trust was hard to get.

Seth then went back staring at his notes and sketches. Everything had to go according to plan.

Seth then glanced at Juliet, he liked her, she was blunt, and honest. Two traits Seth adored. He smiled at her then went back to his notes.

Devan sighed as she woke up. It was filming day, and she didn't know how to feel about that. She got up and got dressed in a skin tight black tee-shit, a grey leather jacket, black ripped skinny jeans and her platform boots that make her at least an inch or two taller. She straightened her hair then grabbed her backpack that had all her papers in it. She wasn't the most organized writer in the world, but at least she had everything in the same place. She grabbed her skateboard and headed out of the apartment.

Living close to the school had it's advantages like no need to get a car and go out onto a slow busy street. So she couldn't afford to get herself a car and her mother and Michel refused to get her a car, claiming she didn't need one when everything was right there. But a car would've helped. But she learned to successfully ride a skateboard in platform boots, so that was a plus.

She skated down the road, happy that it wasn't as busy as it usually would be. When she came up to the school, she jumped off her board and kicked it up, grabbing it with her hand and headed up the steps. She grabbed a pack of M&M's out of her bag and popped some in her mouth as she opened the door to the school. She put her skateboard back down and rode it down the hallways.

I wonder how I'm gonna' get to the house... Devan thought as she came closer to the theater. I'll just ride with Juliet or one of the guys. She continued thinking as she pushed the doors to the stage of the theater open and pushed herself through the door on her board, popping M&M's in her mouth as she rolled to the middle of the stage. She looked up to see her, so called, friends staring at her and she, while popping more M&M's in her mouth, said "Hey guys, how's it goin'?" She would defiantly take it upon herself to say she's probably the oddest out of them all.

Emelie rose from her bed, rubbing away the crust from around her eyes. She laughed, with her sleepy mind all over the place, Thank goodness tomorrow is the day for the meet up. Laying back down to get a few more minutes in, she noticed her calendar with todays's date circles in a dark red marker. Jumping from her bed, she ripped the calendar from the wall and stared at the day. "OH NONONONO!" Pulling off her pajamas, he opened her closet and dug out anything that looked appropriate.

After a few minutes of getting dressed and stuffing her bag with clothes, she was ready to leave. Walking to the small bookcase on her way out, she pulled out a small pile of books and found room in her bag to fit them in. "Finally." Taking her phone out of her pocket, she checks the time with frustration, realizing she's almost an hour late. She wasn't the type to keep people waiting, so this made her feel horrible. Walking outside, she made her way to the bike rack and pulled her's off.

She tied down her bag and stuffed her messy bun into a flower printed helmet. Only being a few miles away, the route was quite simple and didn't take her much time to get there. Eventually making it the grounds, she rode her bike up to the school's rack and locked it in. After spending around another five minutes just to get her bag off, she was certain to get a scolding from one of her friends. Taking a deep breathe, she walked in and made her way to their studio.

Creaking the door open, she peered in and saw everyone was in. She had a chance, everyone had their attention on something else so she planned to just sneak in like she was there the whole time. Opening the door a few inches wider, she tip-toed her way in and kept a close eye on everyone else. Then she got stuck, her bag was to big for the opening she made for herself, any further and it would creak. Taking another breathe, she tugged on her bag but tripped on a cord that was by the door way.

Making even more noise then the door, she looked up at the group and just smiled, "Hello everyone." giving one of her famous smiles.

Seth couldn't help but laugh at Emelie. He walked over and offered his hand to help her up. "Smooth." he said with a smirk. Seth was excited for this, filming day. He had so much planned. He would need everyone's help if they wanted a perfect film. Seth smiled. Everyone was here now. "So, we should meet at the house in a bit. We'll be there for a while so hope you have food." seth said. "We need this to go without a hitch. if we can do tat we'll be looking at bonus marks." Seth said. He didn't really love the "leader" role, but he always seemed to get it.

"What are we waiting for?" Seth asked with one of his trademark smirks. "I can give rides to two people." Seth said. He grabbed his things and slung them over his shoulder. "Any takers?" he asked looking around.

Devan smiled slightly as their last actress entered the room tripping over themselves. She was planning on giving the girl a scolding look, but that plan was wiped out of there by the entrance she made. Standing up and looking at the Emelie, Devan clapped slowly with a small smirk on her face. "Oh, yes. What an amazing entrance, Emelie." She said as she walked up to the girl and, with a small smile, she gave the girl a gentle playful punch in her upper arm. All was good, everyone was here, and Seth, being the little leader he is, was ready to go.

A ride was defiantly something Devan needed, so she didn't hesitate to raise a hand, or two, when Seth offered rides. Seth may not be Devan's most favorite guy, in the fact that Devan see's him as sort of a kid, but she thinks he's okay. A nice guy nonetheless. "I'll take one of those seats." Devan said in her usually not too loud, but not too quiet voice. She walked over and stood next to Seth with her hands on her hips. "We going now or do you guys want to wait until it gets dark out." She said, a small smirk on her face as she messed with them a little bit to get them to hurry up. She knew none of them wanted to film these thing in a creepy of slaughter house, of all places, in the dark.

Emelie turned red with embarrassment, as she took Seth's hand to lift herself up. Picking up her bag, she pat herself off and thank him, before saying hi to everyone else. Her opinion on her friends changed often but she would never admit to disliking anyone. She liked all of then equally but wasn't sure what they thought of her.


Listening to his offer, she rose her hand in response, "I could take the last spot, unless someone else really wants it." She always thought of everyone else before herself. Setting her bag down on the floor, she unzipped one of the side pockets and pulled out a lipstick that was still sealed in plastic.

She walked over to Juliet and handed her the lipstick, "Yesterday I went to the small shops down by the farmers market and I saw this color. I thought you would like it. It's a dark red, kind of a rouge color." She turned around to everyone, she smiled, "I also brought some snacks if anyone is interested." Walking back to her bag, she lifted it off the ground and put the strap around her shoulder. It was more anyone else's call for what time to go, but she hoped to leave soon.

Grant chuckled at Emelie's entrance. "Smooooth." Now that everyone was here, he was eager to get going. He was excited to finally get to see the infamous property.

He puffed on his cigarette a bit as he heard people offering rides.
"Oh yeah, I've got an extra seat too, as long as your okay with riding bitch."

Grant heard Devan asking whether or not they should wait until dark to leave. He was actually in favor of heading to the house at night, so he could get the whole creepy experience.

"Well, I for one think we should go at night. Come on, that'd be so rad. And it might give us a chance to see the GHOOOSTS." His voice wavered as he finished his sentence, and he brought his hands up and moved his fingers around in mock-creepiness.

(Sorry for short post, I'm kind of in a hurry. They'll be longer in the future)

Juliet grinned and greeted Dorian with a kiss on the cheek as she crossed the room. She liked him a lot, though sometimes it bothered her how much he was stuck in his laptop. Then again, she was sure she looked the same way he did when someone sat make-up in front of her.

She stayed behind him for a moment, one hand on the back of his chair as she leaned over to see what he was working on, her long hair creating a blonde curtain between the two and everyone else. She was looking at a 3D model of The Slaughter House. She had to admit that was pretty bad ass.

“Night vision goggles?” she asked as she stood up. “Like GhostBusters?”

Before anyone had the chance to answer, Seth had appeared and put in his two-cents about it. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and popped her hand on her hip. Normally she would have snapped at him for interrupting her, but she was too damn excited to be too mean.

Not like he noticed her attitude anyway. Like Dorian he was very plugged into his own job. He did spare her a smile though, so she let the interruption go and went to dig out the stuff she'd shown up for.

Hey bitches, so sorry that I'm not sorry that I'm late!"

She grinned and looked over her shoulder in time to see Grant join the group. She liked him a lot too, they entered rooms the same way. Actually, she pretty much liked any guy that had a motorcycle. She rolled her eyes though as night vision goggles were still the subject at hand. Men.

She was moving a box to another table when she realized she had missed Piper's question, but as she looked at the girl who had her camera raised, Juliet quickly struck a pose. Perhaps not the most appropriate one in a room full of mostly men, but they were used to her antics by now.

She looked up when someone else made a loud entrance, and wasn't at all surprised to see Devan there. If anyone was just as weird as Juliet—maybe a little more—it was Devan Cary. They were opposite in their weirdness though. Like black and white. Just like their hair.

Juliet hopped her way onto the stage, careful with her high-heeled boots, and stuck her hand down Devan's m&m bag to steel chocolatey goodness for herself. She popped it in her mouth happily before leaning back against the wall on her elbows.

She rolled her eyes the moment Emelie tripped her way inside. Classic. Seth helped her up, then brought everyone back to the subject at hand. When he offered rides, she decided to speak up. “I got enough seats left to take four people with me, or I can fill up the back row with luggage if I need to.”

Juliet had the van so they could pack equipment anyway, but if she didn't need to give anyone a lift that opened up more storage space. She hopped down off the stage and stole another one of Devan's m&m's when she passed to grab the make-up and costume bags she'd come back to get.

She rolled her eyes as she heard Grant's opinion, but she was smiling too. “We should probably get going and at least get a look over before dark. The land owner said he wasn't sure if the electricity still worked.” That was mostly for a percussion for them. If someone ended up hurt because they didn't see the stairs or a broken piece of wood they'd be screwed. "Then we can stick around when the sun goes down." She was all for spending the night in a haunted house, even.

Juliet's hometown was only two hours away from The Slaughter House so she'd had many tabs on it growing up, and had been the one to first suggest filming there. Of course everyone happily agreed. So she'd called just to get a few things cleared up before they arrived. Including checking on food and water. Which the landlord knew nothing about, go figure.

Devan clapped her hands once after everyone pretty much got who's riding with whom. "I righty then." She said, mostly to herself. She raised and eyebrow as Grant commented on going after dark, mocking the idea of ghost and how creepy it would be. She wasn't against the idea, but she wasn't exactly for it either. Devan didn't believe in the existence of ghosts, spirits, or anything else that had to do with the afterlife. That also means she didn't believe in heaven or hell either. Hell, she didn't even believe in Limbo if we were to go that far. She believed that when you die, you die. No ghost exist in the world of Devan. Even if she likes to be creepy by writing stuff about murderous ghost and sketching her own little drawings of bloody ghost holding the head of another dead ghost. And, believe me, Devan did that once and it was pretty creepy.

She shook her head at Grants little mocking. "There's no such thing as ghooosts." She said, mocking his little mock-creepiness voice in a more down-toned manner than he had. She reached poured a few M&M's into her hand that were then popped into her mouth. Just as she was about to pour a more out, Juliet reached her hand into the bag and took some. A small smile traced on Devan's lips as she watched the Juliet take them. "Sure, you can have some." She said with a raised eyebrow as she watched the girl walk away. They were certainly different. Black and white, one may say.

Devan watched Juliet as she spoke, a blank look on her face like always when she stares at people. She couldn't help herself but like the girl. Once Juliet finished speaking, and the words finally registered in Devan's ears after a short moment, Devan spoke up. "I agree with Juliet. We should get going. We don't want the house too be overrun by the ghooosts, now do we, Grant?" Devan said the last part, mocking the way Grant had said ghosts again and shooting him a look with a small smirk on her face. She turned around and grabbed her backpack that was full of papers and now had her skateboard buckled to the front of it. She put the backpack on her back, hence the name, and shoved the bag of M&M's in her pocket for later then started walking toward the doors. "Let's hit the road, people." She added, throwing her hand swiftly up into the air and circling with her pointer finger, signaling them to come on so they could get going.

Grant turned his head as he heard Devan mocking his mocking. "Hey, whether you think there's ghosts or not, being in that place at night is gonna be bitchin'. Just think about all the murders and shit that happened in that place. It's freaky as balls." He went back to quietly smoking and rolling the thought about paranormal activity in his mind. He felt pretty on the fence about the whole thing. He's agnostic, so the whole idea of an afterlife doesn't seem to implausible. However, his logical side kept kicking in and telling him that something as ridiculous as ghosts couldn't be real, it was just impossible. In a way, he hoped that they did find ghosts in the house. Grant isn't easily scared, and found the idea more thrilling than creepy. Not to mention, if they did find spirits, it would settle his internal debate. Overall, he felt more excited about looking around the house than he did actually getting to act in the film.

"We should probably get going and at least get a look over before dark. The land owner said he wasn't sure if the electricity still worked." He heard Juliet at say, followed by more teasing from Devan. Eager to get going, he hopped up from his seat.

"Righteous, let's go. Oh, and Devan, we're making a horror movie, don't we want the house to be filled with ghosties, ghoulies, and long legged beasties?" Grant followed up with a similar smirk. When he spoke, hints of an east coast dialect could be heard, which was strange, considering he told people he was from Reno, and most of his friends knew he originally lived in California.

"Let's hit the road, people." Said Devan. Grant called after her in a sarcastic tone, "Hey, come on, what'd the road ever do to you?"

Devan rolled her eyes at Grants remark that made him sound like a complete surfer. Devan was completely annoyed by the guy, though she's annoyed by most guys. But he was just so annoying to her. "Just because we're making a horror movie doesn't mean ghost have to even be involved. As long as it scars people or shows signs of terror, then it's classified as a horror. Though, to me, a horror is something were everyone dies at the end in a big gory mess." Devan said in a rather serious voice, the last part mostly to herself just to make a point. Though her and Grant were around the same age, him being only a few months older than her, Devan still looked at him like he was a kid. Which, in Devan's mind at least, he still acted like a teenager, always making some dumb joke or saying something that Devan finds dumb. Devan even likes Seth over him, and Seth's only nineteen, not that age mattered. She'd expect Seth to act like that, him just being out of high school still and everything, but no.

Devan rolled her eyes after hearing Grant call after her sarcastically. "Ha-ha, very funny, really, that was genius." She called back using her infamous sarcastic voice - the same sarcastic voice that had gotten her the title of bitch on multiple occasions where she'd simply reply with a kind smile and a thank you - and she walked out the door.

Emelie never really knew how to respond to everyone, just the shy girl in the background that barely talked. Since the beginning, she was jealous of Juliet, Devan, and Piper, them always being able to express themselves no matter what situation they were in. As for all the boys in their group she felt they were all sweet in their own ways but they were hard to talk to as well. She was a lone sheep, and would say nothing but just smile.

Sighing, she picked up her bag and told Seth she was just going to ride her bike. Then continued out to the front, thinking it would just be best if she rode alone. Plus, she didn't want anyone stealing it over the time they were there. Hooking the bag to her bike, she looked over at Juliet's van, seeing her and Devan were talking. Rapping her rope around her bag, she looked like she hogtying a pig. Just going around and around until she thought it was safe.

When she was finally done, she arched herself forward and sat down on her bike seat. Waving over to the girls before riding off onto the main rode. The whole past week she memorized the side streets, just in case she choice to ride alone. Ever since she moved here, she heard the rumors of the house but didn't know if she believed them. She hadn't experiences ghosts in her life, and was ready to find out if they even existed.