Halloween RPG

Charli always took care to look neat and presentable, but today, she was going through extra pains. Having slicked back her cropped light-brown hair, she pulled on her black socks, black dress slacks, a white undershirt, and a white button down shirt. Slowly but surely following the instructions she had downloaded off the internet, she tied the dark blue necktie she had pilfered from her father around her neck before pinning it with the centerpiece of her costume, a tie pin in the design of a golden seahorse wrapped around a single pearl. Quickly she buffed her shiny black Oxford shoes before tying them on and straightening to grab her black suit jacket which she buttoned before turning to leave. As she neared the door, though, she caught sight of herself in the ornate hall mirror. She only hesitated for the briefest fraction of a second, but that was enough to confirm that she still looked feminine. She had been hearing comments from her parents that she would look like a dyke, but it was good to see that they were just being spiteful as usual.
Stepping out into the crisp October air, she inhaled deeply, the musky scent of fallen leaves filling her lungs, and looked up and the vividly blue mid-morning sky. She took a moment to slip her thought processes into the profanity studded British accent that was critical for the character and then turned to head over to the house of her neighbor Lari.

Charli sank down in the chair, her head lolling back melodramatically. "Fucking hell, how many more cunts are we waiting on?" The image she had in her head of Paul Bettany smiled at her coarse word choice.

Well, simply waiting wasn't going to do anything. Frustratedly, Charli stood. "Does anyone have the faintest idea where Curly is?" she demanded, looking her friends in the eyes. "Perhaps we could call her, meet her somewhere, stop sitting around with our thumbs up our asses?" No one moved, and Charli had to work hard to keep from kicking something. That would only scuff her shoes. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she counted to ten and then moved towards the door. "Is anyone going to do anything?"

Charli forced herself to not fidget as Curly glared at her. Instead she jerked her head in Nefnee's direction. "I fixed the cunt's fucking cape." Then to Nefnee and Lari, "Happy birthday, loves. Now can we find out why we're here?"

Charli's eyes lit up. "Marvelous. I've always wanted to go ghost hunting." She turned to the others. "You all aren't going to puss out on us, are you?"

Charli blinked, startled slightly by Nefnee's whirlwind escape, and then looked at Lari. "It's only about noon. We're not going trick or treating now, are we?"

Charli pinched the bridge of her nose, sighed, and took a moment to compose herself. "Alright," she said, her accent back. "Lari and Jasper are gone, and we should find them as soon as possible. This place gives me the willies. We'll split up into two-man teams and search the grounds. Kevinin, you and I have had martial arts training, so you'll take Curly and search the downstairs of this place while Nefnee and I search the gardens. We'll meet back here in the foyer after we've finished. I don't want anyone going to the second floor or the basement without everyone else." She consulted her silver watch. "It's 1830 now. If one team isn't back by 2100, then the other team leaves to phone the police. Alright? Let's go."