Chris and Chef sat together in the back of a limousine, each with stacks of papers next to them in different seats. The host had a glass of lemonade in one hand and a paper in the other, scanning it over carefully as he sipped from his glass. Chef, on the other hand, just quickly glanced from paper to paper, tossing them aside quickly. Chris let out a sigh of annoyance, setting his glass down and stretching his arms out.
"Man, this isn't gonna work!" he complained, getting Chef's attention, "How are we supposed to make this a killer season to comeback from that last flop we did? None of these applicants look any good to me!"
"Beats me, man," Chef returned, still not even really looking through the applications in his hands, "I'm only getting the boring ones over here."
"I bet you haven't even actually read any of the names on them."
"Sure I have! I just...don't remember them."
"Uh huh."
"Look, man. It's not my fault that all these kids are boring as hell."
"Maybe not, but it's our job to make sure we pick the right cast for this season!"
As the two bickered among themselves, the windows suddenly rolled down, despite neither of them pressing any buttons or pulling any switches. The wind howled loudly, and some driblets of rain poured into the windows, dampening some of the applications before Chris and Chef tried to push them out of the way.
"Hey, driver dude!" Chris called up to the driver, though there was no response, "Roll the windows back up! We're trying to read applications back here and the storm outside isn't helping!"
Chef looked out of one of the windows, noting that there was a woman in a white tuxedo floating through the sky. Her skin was grey in color, most strange for any person to be, and her eyes were an ominous red. Her hair was done in a French braid, though it was greyed and disheveled.
"Hey, uh, Chris?" Chef tried to call the hosts attention, "You might wanna see-"
He was quickly cut off by a massive gust of wind carrying many of the applications out of the open windows, despite both of their efforts to contain them. The woman disappeared, the papers following in suit, and suddenly, the windows rolled back up. Now damp and annoyed, Chris shook his hair out, allowing him to see that there were no longer two tall stacks of papers, but only one very small stack. He grabbed them, looking them over and smirking at them before tucking them away.
"Well, it looks like we got a cast hand delivered to us," he joked, "Thank you mystical storm of wonders!"
"I dunno, man," Chef shuddered, "The atmosphere of this place is really giving me the heebie jeebies. Maybe we should film somewhere else."
"Nonsense! We're already here!"
The limousine stopped, and the host opened his door, stepping out and standing before an eerie sight. It was a small village, very small by the looks of it. There were maybe twenty buildings throughout the entire area, and it was incredibly dark, despite the fact that it was the middle of the day. Chef slowly stepped out to join his partner, though he continued to shiver at the sight. Chris looked over at him, rolling his eyes before patting him on the back.
"It'll be fine! Unless...you're too chicken to stay here?"
"What!? No way, I ain't a chicken!"
"Good! Then let's go set up shop!"
The two started towards one of the buildings, leaving the limousine behind, though pretty soon, it vanished from sight. All that was left in the village was the two hosts and the ominous aura that it carried.
Yes, I'm doing another SYOC story! This time, I will have a co-writer/editor, that person being LittleRedline. Every applicant in this season is going to be quite different from any other, each and everyone of them being ghosts! We will be accepting a cast of 16 - 20 OCs for this season, but we won't reveal any of our picks until we're certain that we've made the right decisions. The rules and application are on my profile, and you can apply via PM to either me or LittleRedline. We look forward to your submissions!