The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

"Attic? Maybe Kevin keeps his games up there," Cam said.

(Omg lol everyone is getting themselves into this mess lol)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

"Attic? Maybe Kevin keeps his games up there," Cam said.

Fred sliced the paint with the sharp knife “haha” he cried triumphantly pressing the board and watching with great happiness as the board moved aside

“Cam!” Charlie yelped, “Don’t sneak up on people.” He said. He turned and watched the flakes of paint fall to the floor as Fred cackled maniacally. If Kevin finds this, he’s gonna murder us all.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

“Cam!” Charlie yelped, “Don’t sneak up on people.” He said. He turned and watched the flakes of paint fall to the floor as Fred cackled maniacally. If Kevin finds this, he’s gonna murder us all.

He pushed the wooden board to the floor and placed his hands on the wood pulling himself up.
(Maybe he will find pics of Kevin and his ex girlfriend?? XD @FrankieDoodle would he have them up there?)

 

[Rose Quartz]

Charlie nodded after hearing Fred’s explanation. “Dope,” To Kipp, he shrugged. “Sorta... sometimes I accidentally go invisible and I don’t figure it out until someone runs into me.” He squinted up at the ceiling. “Why would Kevin have a laundry room in his attic?”

"Because..." He began, intending to make their destruction of Kevin's house seem like more than curiosity getting the better of them.

"Attic? Maybe Kevin keeps his games up there," Cam said.

Fred sliced the paint with the sharp knife “haha” he cried triumphantly pressing the board and watching with great happiness as the board moved aside

“Cam!” Charlie yelped, “Don’t sneak up on people.” He said. He turned and watched the flakes of paint fall to the floor as Fred cackled maniacally. If Kevin finds this, he’s gonna murder us all.

Kipp winced at her voice, and then at the flakes of paint as they bounced off of him, embarrassed she'd caught him doing something he knew was wrong. Not just doing, instigating, encouraging, assisting...

He pushed the wooden board to the floor and placed his hands on the wood pulling himself up.
(Maybe he will find pics of Kevin and his ex girlfriend?? XD @FrankieDoodle would he have them up there?)

Fred pulled himself up into the attic finally relieving the weight from Kipp's shoulders.
"H-hey, Cam..." He said grinning sheepishly at her and sweeping some of the pain chips under his foot to hide them. "Games? Y-yeah, that's uh, exactly why we went up there. That makes sense." He said nodding it would be a much more believable excuse than looking for the laundry room in a sealed shut, not even a ladder access attic.

(It's a typo, but i'm leaving it. "Pain chips" XD )

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

"Because..." He began, intending to make their destruction of Kevin's house seem like more than curiosity getting the better of them.





Kipp winced at her voice, and then at the flakes of paint as they bounced off of him, embarrassed she'd caught him doing something he knew was wrong. Not just doing, instigating, encouraging, assisting...


Fred pulled himself up into the attic finally relieving the weight from Kipp's shoulders.
"H-hey, Cam..." He said grinning sheepishly at her and sweeping some of the pain chips under his foot to hide them. "Games? Y-yeah, that's uh, exactly why we went up there. That makes sense." He said nodding it would be a much more believable excuse than looking for the laundry room in a sealed shut, not even a ladder access attic.

(It's a typo, but i'm leaving it. "Pain chips" XD )

Fred peered around

 

[Rose Quartz]

Fred peered around

(Fred's the only one up there. Tis a project learning how to do room descriptions. Have at it! Try to enjoy it. Don't worry about it if you think it's not good enough. Third person is hard.)

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(Fred's the only one up there. Tis a project learning how to do room descriptions. Have at it! Try to enjoy it. Don't worry about it if you think it's not good enough. Third person is hard.)

(Ok)
The attic was dark. “Ooh” a large crib drew his attention, he walked over a tad terrified that the wood floor would break under his feet. He inspected the crib as best he could without having much light, it was Hand made. He glanced nervously over his shoulder. This was definitely like a scene out a horror movie, Fred took in the worn wooden sloped ceiling and the lack of windows. There was heaps of baby stuff, was Kevin divorced? Was he having a child? Thoughts raced through Fred’s head as he inspected all the junk in the attic. He peered in the old fashioned cradle noticing hair peeking out from under a blanket, curious he lifted the blanket. A dolls ceramic face stared blankly back at him “ahahhahahah” he jumped backwards. It took him a moment to realise it was a doll and not someone’s sick idea of a grave. He ran a hand through his hair as he steadied his racing heart, clearly someone was expecting a child though and most likely Kevin. He edged away from the cradle making sure never to have his back to it. He hated the idea of that doll coming to life. Fred continued to back up before he bumped into something, a wooden box. Why is everything in this house wooden? He though but nonetheless he pried off its lid. He rolled his eyes, a photo album. How very boring. Fred reached to put the lid back on the box when a photo stopped him, on top of the photo album sat a picture of Kevin and a woman. A Russian woman, though she could have been German, or Scandinavian, or Portuguese, or Spanish, or Italian, or American, or English, or Icelandic, or Norwegian, or French, or Mexican, or — Fred stopped himself, he’d be there all day listing the countries she could have been from. “That’s it!” Fred cried suddenly, this woman was quite obviously the one who was the mother to Kevin’s future Child. Fred was struck with a thought, oh dear. What if he has missed his child being born? Oh dear I must tell him in case he has forgotten. Fred pocketed the photo and walked towards the exit, turning and taking one last look at the room before looking back down at the group.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(Ok)
The attic was dark. “Ooh” a large crib drew his attention, he walked over a tad terrified that the wood floor would break under his feet. He inspected the crib as best he could without having much light, it was Hand made. He glanced nervously over his shoulder. This was definitely like a scene out a horror movie, Fred took in the worn wooden sloped ceiling and the lack of windows. There was heaps of baby stuff, was Kevin divorced? Was he having a child? Thoughts raced through Fred’s head as he inspected all the junk in the attic. He peered in the old fashioned cradle noticing hair peeking out from under a blanket, curious he lifted the blanket. A dolls ceramic face stared blankly back at him “ahahhahahah” he jumped backwards. It took him a moment to realise it was a doll and not someone’s sick idea of a grave. He ran a hand through his hair as he steadied his racing heart, clearly someone was expecting a child though and most likely Kevin. He edged away from the cradle making sure never to have his back to it. He hated the idea of that doll coming to life. Fred continued to back up before he bumped into something, a wooden box. Why is everything in this house wooden? He though but nonetheless he pried off its lid. He rolled his eyes, a photo album. How very boring. Fred reached to put the lid back on the box when a photo stopped him, on top of the photo album sat a picture of Kevin and a woman. A Russian woman, though she could have been German, or Scandinavian, or Portuguese, or Spanish, or Italian, or American, or English, or Icelandic, or Norwegian, or French, or Mexican, or — Fred stopped himself, he’d be there all day listing the countries she could have been from. “That’s it!” Fred cried suddenly, this woman was quite obviously the one who was the mother to Kevin’s future Child. Fred was struck with a thought, oh dear. What if he has missed his child being born? Oh dear I must tell him in case he has forgotten. Fred pocketed the photo and walked towards the exit, turning and taking one last look at the room before looking back down at the group.

(Omw that. Is. Awesome! I love it!)

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

(Omw that. Is. Awesome! I love it!)

(Thanks it took me like half an hour to write. But that was ok cause I finished my math 1 hr early)

 

[RoostersAreAwesome]

He pushed the wooden board to the floor and placed his hands on the wood pulling himself up.
(Maybe he will find pics of Kevin and his ex girlfriend?? XD @FrankieDoodle would he have them up there?)

"Because..." He began, intending to make their destruction of Kevin's house seem like more than curiosity getting the better of them.





Kipp winced at her voice, and then at the flakes of paint as they bounced off of him, embarrassed she'd caught him doing something he knew was wrong. Not just doing, instigating, encouraging, assisting...


Fred pulled himself up into the attic finally relieving the weight from Kipp's shoulders.
"H-hey, Cam..." He said grinning sheepishly at her and sweeping some of the pain chips under his foot to hide them. "Games? Y-yeah, that's uh, exactly why we went up there. That makes sense." He said nodding it would be a much more believable excuse than looking for the laundry room in a sealed shut, not even a ladder access attic.

(It's a typo, but i'm leaving it. "Pain chips" XD )

“According to them, there’s games in the laundry room.” Charlie said brightly, pointing at the attic for added effect.

(Ok)
The attic was dark. “Ooh” a large crib drew his attention, he walked over a tad terrified that the wood floor would break under his feet. He inspected the crib as best he could without having much light, it was Hand made. He glanced nervously over his shoulder. This was definitely like a scene out a horror movie, Fred took in the worn wooden sloped ceiling and the lack of windows. There was heaps of baby stuff, was Kevin divorced? Was he having a child? Thoughts raced through Fred’s head as he inspected all the junk in the attic. He peered in the old fashioned cradle noticing hair peeking out from under a blanket, curious he lifted the blanket. A dolls ceramic face stared blankly back at him “ahahhahahah” he jumped backwards. It took him a moment to realise it was a doll and not someone’s sick idea of a grave. He ran a hand through his hair as he steadied his racing heart, clearly someone was expecting a child though and most likely Kevin. He edged away from the cradle making sure never to have his back to it. He hated the idea of that doll coming to life. Fred continued to back up before he bumped into something, a wooden box. Why is everything in this house wooden? He though but nonetheless he pried off its lid. He rolled his eyes, a photo album. How very boring. Fred reached to put the lid back on the box when a photo stopped him, on top of the photo album sat a picture of Kevin and a woman. A Russian woman, though she could have been German, or Scandinavian, or Portuguese, or Spanish, or Italian, or American, or English, or Icelandic, or Norwegian, or French, or Mexican, or — Fred stopped himself, he’d be there all day listing the countries she could have been from. “That’s it!” Fred cried suddenly, this woman was quite obviously the one who was the mother to Kevin’s future Child. Fred was struck with a thought, oh dear. What if he has missed his child being born? Oh dear I must tell him in case he has forgotten. Fred pocketed the photo and walked towards the exit, turning and taking one last look at the room before looking back down at the group.

Charlie watched the dark square of attic above them. He heard a scream and squinted his eyes even more to try and see what was going on up there. There’s probably a bunch of antiques up there. Or family albums. Or washing machines. Or maybe... ghosts? He had noticed that the general layout of Kevin’s house was very old fashioned. A perfect ghost habitat. He’s like a Russian farmer from the 1800’s. Actually, that’s exactly what he is. Except for being in the 1800’s. When Fred reappeared, Charlie looked at him expectantly. “Did you see a ghost? This type of house is very likely to be haunted.”


(That is an absolutely fabulous description.




But... it was never specified that Kevin had a wife. )