The Garage: Kalphin will begin here

[Ari]

Kalphin blinked at the sight of the haunted mansion. Well, isn't this just great? He took a few steps up the front porch, only to decide that it probably wasn't a good idea to knock on the door. "These people might be sleeping," he said to himself softly. "Fine... I'll find a different way in." He looked left and right. "Aha!" The garage door caught his eyes. Even though Kal didn't know the number combination, he figured he might as well try it anyway. Silly thing he is.

With the poke of a few random buttons, he failed. "Darn..." Kalphin looked at the mansion again. "Well, seeing how creepy it is, you'd think that the combination will be 13-13-13." He shrugged. "Might as well give it a shot." The teen punched in the buttons, hoping it would succeed.

Creepily enough, the garage opened.

[Kalphin]

"Hmm..."Kyle thought to himself,"not the tightest security in the world..." He shrugged, and entered the garage that had just opened before him. He felt along the wall, searching for a light switch. "Gah, I can't see anything in here, where is the light switch?"

[The Grim Reaper]

At his question, a light switched on. Kyle could notice that the light hung rustily above the rest of the room. He could smell a heavy scent of fuel and oil, as if the garage was used specifically to repair autos. It was a rather large place, one car sitting at one end, while another motorcycle was sitting at the opposite side of the room. Kyle blinked, realizing that the car needed a new paint job while the motorcycle was in prize condition, its red sheen gleaming in the light.

[Kalphin]

"Wow, this motorcycle is so red and shiny, and that car is so... old and rustish looking." He walked over to the motorscycle first, just to touch it, then walked over to the car, and peered inside.

[The Grim Reaper]

As Kyle's hands grazed the smooth paint of the motorcycle, something within its engine stirred. With not another glance, he looked towards the car. The rusty blue paint looked as if it had been chipped off and even the metal was rusty. The windows had been rolled down as far as they could go, allowing anyone to duck his/her head in, or even hop through if he/she was skinny enough.

Without a word of warning, the motorcycle's lights switched on, its engine giving off a faint hum.

[Kalphin]

Kyle looked back toward the motorcycle. "Wow, even less security than previously thought, a motorcycle that starts when you touch it." He walked back over to it, and looked for a way to turn it off. No need to waste gas, right?

[The Grim Reaper]

Whatever Kyle tried to do, the motorcycle would not turn off. The engine continued to hum softly, the headlights as bright as ever. Creepily enough, after a short while of this, the handles on the vehicle turned by themselves and the engine reved up even more.

[Kalphin]

"Er..." He backed away from the motorcycle, toward the door. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I need to make a phone call" He turned and ran toward the door, which now seemed miles away. "I prefer cars to motorcycles anyway" he muttered to himself.

[The Grim Reaper]

Try as he might, Kyle could not reach the door. At all. He continued to run, but the door's distance remained the same as always. Meanwhile, the motorcycled vroomed again, its wheels started to propel itself forward. It charged after the intruder.

[Kalphin]

"Argh, this is useless... But I'm sure there's something in here that can help" Kyle looked around, and saw the tool shelf. With an "Aha!", he changed the direction of his running toward the tools, and, after reaching them, started looking through them. "C'mon chainsaw!"

[The Grim Reaper]

The motorcycle wasn't stupid... well, technically it was just a hunk of metal with a pretty, red coat of paint on it. But still! It was a violent thing! The vehicle stepped on its own brakes just as Kyle found the massive chainsaw. It rolled backwards, while he held the tool in his hands threateningly.

Sadly, just as Kyle was about pull at the knob to make it work... it wouldn't.

[Whisp]

Whisper came through the door and saw Kyle with the chainsaw and the motorcycle and asked: "what's going on in here?"

((OOC: I've left my room and am redirected to here.))

[Kalphin]

Ignoring Whisper completely, Kyle turned back to the tool shelf. "There's got to be something here that can help. AHA!" He pulled out a... wrench.

[Whisp]

Whisper looked dumb at Kalphin and thinks, I think I'm disturbing, he closed the door and leaned on the wall.

[The Grim Reaper]

The motorcycle nearly "chuckled", each laugh coming out as a distorted vroom. It reared up on its hind wheel, about to charge again.

[Kalphin]

"Take this!" Kyle threw the wrench at the possessed vehicle, and proceeded to throw more metal objects from the shelf. He finally noticed Whisper standing there. "Hey you! Could you offer a bit of help please? I think this motorcycle is trying to kill me."

[The Grim Reaper]

Throwing these random objects at the motorcycle only progressed to make it more irritated. When a metal can of nails successfully knocked its mirror off, the vehicle went into hysterics. Being an obviously vain creature, it spun around on its back wheel, trying to get a good look at itself.

[Kalphin]

"Hmm, this doesn't appear to be working..." Kyle looked around the garage once again, and saw the car sitting there, its window open. "That looks safe enough" He ran toward the car, intent on getting through that window.

[The Grim Reaper]

((Hah, that's exactly what I was waiting for. XD))

The motorcycle, now thoroughly irked, "frowned" as Kyle made for the car window. It chased after him, only to stop himself before it hit the car. The car was much larger than the motorcycle and it would've harmed the latter to ram into it. It paced around back and forth, waiting for some brilliant idea to to cross its mind. So far, it hadn't noticed Whisper.

[Whisp]

Whisper looked around and climbed about over the ceiling and grabbed a hammer, I'll just jump on those weird machines and smash them, he thought, while he climbed above the motorcycle.