#icanseethedead #rp post #closed rp #older weredip #demon hunter au
Norman kept his head out the window, his hair being blown around, but he didn’t care much he knew full well it would just poof back up when they got out, “She didn’t really say.” He called to the other, “She just said she wants the house cleared out for what ever reason.”
He waited to talk much more as they crossed onto the dirt road, being bounced along - when ever Norman had to pull his head into the car to avoid getting hit with branches they hit bumps making his head slam into the roof of the vehicle.
Norman didn’t wait to push open the door and practically yank himself from the car; ending up stumbling a few feet and almost landing on his bum. He looked up at the house in front of them, giving a small nod, “Yeah - this is it… Much different then the vision she showed me though.” Norman announced, sure, ghosts normally only showed him visions of what it looked like when they where alive since well, that was the only way they saw it. “I mean, more over grown with plants.” He amended, heading to the back of the car to retrieve his stuff.
"As long as it’s the right place," Dipper mused as he reached behind his seat and pulled out their supplies, before climbing out of his car. It took a few tries slamming the car door shut for it to actually close. He normally stuffed whatever they needed into a beat-up blue and gray duffel bag… It contained things such as makeshift weapons, chalk, candles, garlic (just in case of vampires, though it sometimes worked on other things too), and an emptied-out bleach jug full of a home-made foul-smelling concoction that they’ve found could repel just about anything… They hadn’t exactly nailed down set ingredients for it, but the general consensus was that it always contained spoiled milk and pickle juice. It wasn’t the most glamorous way to get the job done, but that was the fun of having little to no budget…
He scratched behind his ear, looking the house over, before he turned his head to Norman. “Alright, let’s do this,” he said, trying to sound like a badass as usual. Of course, he only succeeded in sounding cheesy. Shouldering the bag, he carried it to the house to investigate. He couldn’t help but notice how quiet it was… he couldn’t hear any wildlife around at all, which was a bit unnerving. He headed up the crooked porch steps. They creaked beneath him, but thankfully didn’t give out. The last time something like that happened, he’d been pulling splinters out of his leg for weeks… He paused by the door, looking to make sure Norman was with him.