Horrible Haunted House of Horrors (NO DOCTORS)

[The Phantom]

Maria wanted to roll her eyes as she watched her friend and the blond female; for lack of a better word; flirt. It was just a bit annoying to her, when there was danger throughout the old house. Also she didn't know these two, and why were they here. She doubted it was because of the reason the other girl said.

After all there was no such thing as ghosts...

Deciding to let Alec deal with with the "sixth sense" girl, the Phantom placed her ear against one of the walls listening for any sound of movement or noise from the opposite side. Then proceeding to do the same with the others.

She frowned after she finished, it was almost as if they were surrounded. Her arms layed crossed against her chest, and still holding onto her screwdriver, as she thought about what they would have to do. Well for one thing, they'd have to survive, and the other, they'd have to escape. Those two objectives were obvious.

The Phantom blinked from her daydream state, that often happened when she was thinking. Looking at the supposed "babysitter" with curious interest. He seemed less talkative then his companion, and seemed to stay in the shadows. He also seemed to be annoyed with the female, which Maria could understand completely.

[The Mentalist]

The girl smiled sweetly at the man. Her skin could've been secreting honey and it would be the same. She was so sweet. So sickly. She replied happily, cutely swinging her legs underneath the chair.
"Mhmm, these houses are."

Her comment about the older spirits were met with great applause. She felt him wrap right around her little finger, just like all the boys back home. Boys were like flies to her. All flying toward a fluorescent Venus fly trap, in the hope of some sweetness. She ate them alive.
"Yup. They are good. It's nice to hear from them, they used to always speak to me when I was little. Isn't that right, brother?"
The darker figure turned slowly. He was slow, a menacing shadow of sorts. He gave a sound of agreement, he'd play along, his eerie quietness becoming quite noticeable.
The charming man then asked her for her name. She grinned. Time to show those pretty petals of hers. She'd flirt.
"Ooh, so we're onto names now, are we? Want my number too, while you're at it? Hehe! Nice to meet you Alec.. I think I'll call you Al. My names Marion, his is Peter. Peter, won't you come and say hello?"
She turned to him, her head facing the other way. Marion's anger was clear, but, the victim stood firm. He smiled back in the dark, fading away soon after. He wasn't going to budge an inch.
"...no."
Offended, the female turned back and tried to look apologetic.
"I am so sorry for my brother's lack of manners. I am really sorry, he doesn't mean it, he's just shy. Anyway, it's best we leave him. So, why are you here, Al?"

[Flynn Delta]

"So!" Flynn says excitedly, stepping forward while rubbing his hands together "Are we gonna just sit around or are we gonna nail some of those, nasties out there? I for one say we should try and get to my TARDIS, I've got a lot of weapons we can use, who's with me?"

[The Mentalist]

The young blond turned to Flynn. She hadn't really noticed him before. Not really surprising, he wasn't as good looking as the other one.
She listened to him.
"So!Are we gonna just sit around or are we gonna nail some of those, nasties out there? I for one say we should try and get to my TARDIS, I've got a lot of weapons we can use, who's with me?"
She played along. Her best poker-face was the happy one. Her hand shot up in the air. Marion waved it around, feverishly. He had a TARDIS. This guy would be useful. She walked over to him, putting her hand back down.
"Yup! I vote getting weapons. These spirits are being super-vicious tonight."
Her 'brother', wandered over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder. His quiet voice echoed a silent warning.
"...don't wander off of the plan...don't fall before her. Damascus is probably with him."
Her head shot to him, anger etched all over her face.
'Damascus'. That woman. She had no place near him.

She hit her 'brother' at the mention of her name. Slapped him, hard, in the face. She recoiled her hand back and he held his cheek. His eyes blinked and her voice muttered...
"Do not mention Damascus around me."
She kneed him the leg, stomping on his foot with her small heel. He let out a loud yelp.

[Alec Harrison]

"So! Are we gonna just sit around or are we gonna nail some of those, nasties out there? I for one say we should try and get to my TARDIS, I've got a lot of weapons we can use, who's with me?"

"I'm going my own way," Alec smiled in a distrusting fashion, "I don't trust you as far as I can throw you. Of course, I don't trust anyone who carries weapons while under the influence." The Timelord hinted.

He tilted his head.
"So, in her...best interests, I will personally escort our dear lady on her hunting as far away from you as we can get."

In truth, he wanted to keep an eye on her. Mentally, it was easy to figure that she was a Galifreyan. She probably had a plan. In the present company, he trusted only the Phantom.

She began a combination of a few strikes against the male upon hearing a name. Alec clapped loudly.
"Always love a woman who isn't afraid to beat her brother." he applauded, winking at Marie in a bit of a foreshadowing.

Crossing his arms, the Timelord awaited response.

[Douglas Aubrecht/Joshua Carter]

(This account needs used, so, it's still Mentalist.)

"Thank you Al, that's very kind of you!"
She smile kindly, flicking a little bit of her blond hair in the air. Picking it up, it was wrapped round her finger, playing with it, thinking she was cute. She was just covering up her cruel act earlier.
She gave a little laugh.
"Thanks for escorting me out too and the applause, too kind. My stupid brother deserves all he gets. I can barely leave him on his own."
Grabbing his arm, she grinned at Alec.
"So, wherever I go, he goes. It's for his safety."
Peteral scowled, still sore from her attack. He muttered.
"... see you guys later."