"You are so full of shit, Aaron. You're gonna go running out of this place like a headless chicken after an hour."
"Ah fuck you Mike, I doubt you can handle it yourself."
"Guys, guys, let's focus on exploring our haunted house and less on tearing each other to pieces verbally."
"You know how those two are, Todd. Just let em sort things out."
Aaron Fenton was at one point basically the typical nerd from every high school, you've seen him day in and day out, harangued by guys bigger and meaner than him. But after a certain point, Aaron went about trying to make himself less of an easy target. He joined the swim team, indulged in some rather questionable testosterone boosters, and now was a guy who was into comics and video games who also happened to be temperamental. His hair was of course ginger-red, with his eyes green, hinting along with his lack of ease at developing a tan at some Irish ancestry.
By contrast, Mike Cosgrove was the cool-headed and popular athlete, though Mike was not on the football team, instead playing hockey. True to form for many hockey players, he was a brawny brawler of a lad, though he was far from mean off the field. He had short black hair, blue eyes and a big smile. He was known across the school for being a bit of a lech, though again, never exactly in a mean way. Girls who went out with Mike Cosgrove knew exactly what they were getting into.
Todd Grant was often the one who had to come between Mike and Aaron. He was something of a skinny stoner, all about good vibes and enjoying himself. He smoked weed quite a lot, and was very involved with campus marijuana culture. He had long, straight blond hair, blue-green eyes, and usually dressed in baggy clothes. He was the one most involved with this trip, being also something of a paranormal junky, enjoying the thought of spelunking in an old building looking for spooky recordings.
Last but certainly not least was Dean Marrick, a tall and muscular theatre / acting student. His dark caramel skin tone, frequent tough guy jackets, sleeveless shirts and torn jeans gave the impression of a guy who knew his way around roughness, but it was mostly a front. Dean was at heart an actor and theatre nerd. Few students could recite a Shakespeare monologue quite like Dean. He was rather popular among theatre going girls, and the gossip was that among stereotypes, one very masculine one about Dean was true.
So here they are, standing inside this ancient cursed house. The hill had been a battle to get up, but the more they look around the frontal hall, the more they become sure its exactly what they were looking for.
They had their gear with them, and Todd said aloud, "Alright everyone, I'll take the spirit box up to the upstairs rooms with Dean..."
Mike said in reply, "I'll go look around the West Wing of the place."
Aaron immediately said following that pronouncement, "East Wing for me then. First one to run out screaming loses."
Everyone fistbumped and announced, "Deal!"