✗✗ I double, double dare you! ✗✗

[scoopyfrog]

Remy shrugged, hiding a smile at Nicolette's blush. "I thought I was going to be able to take some pretty great pictures, but all I've done so far are documentaries about things that don't exist." She noticed Nicolette looking at her hands and fter a moment she said, "those rings are pretty. You got a guy back home?"

[Puzzles]

〖 Nicolette Kato 〗
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• ｔｈｅ ｗｒｉｔｅｒ •

Nicolette smiled faintly, “Then you might hit the jack pot if you get a good shot at those girls.” Nicolette said, twisting the ring on her little finger around as a nervous habit. Nicolette laughed at what Remy asked her, “No, no. I’m single. I work in a café with my step sister so that I won’t get kicked out of my apartment; everybody’s looking at her, not me. I'm a wallflower compared to her...or anybody for that matter.” Nicolette said with a shrug, quieting her laughs and stopping her hands from spinning the rings on her fingers, “What about you? Got a Prince Charming waiting for you?” she asked, looking over at Remy.

[Miko <3]

.:Liam Crawford:.

"I-I'm not sure. I think they headed that way." Liam just pointed in some random direction. Fear had flooded his mind and caused his vision to be his primary sense, but he hadn't remembered which direction the girls had gone. "I'm going to look." Liam took off as fast as he could. Like he wanted those creatures to catch him vulnerable. Singled out. But this could give him that bravery boost that he so desperately needs. He was a coward. He let those two run off while he stuck with the others to stay safe. After a few moments of aimless wandering, he came across the two girls. Quickly, he sat along the wall just across from them. "Those... things didn't get you, right?" Still, Liam seemed quite paranoid about the demonic girls getting them. "I'm really glad you two are okay. I mean, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you were injured. I was a coward back there. Letting you two go like that. My instinct told me to stay put and not chase after you two." Liam shook his head slightly and didn't even feel that he could look at them. The light was rather dim so he couldn't really see them anyway, but still, he just felt that he couldn't look in their general direction. "I just wish I knew my way back too. Fear was overriding everything when I took off, I don't remember the exact path I took to get here. All I know is that I want out of here."

[Small Child]

Jody's pupils dialated as she watched the boy go. But she turned her drifting gaze back to the boy before her. "You're a good toy," she crooned. Moving forward so that she was on all fours, her face near his, she smiled gently. She felt human now, not at all the beast she knew she was. "You're a lovely toy. I'll keep you. Janica and I won't kill you, promised," she told him softly, her grin spreading across her jagged teeth. "I want you to sit, so you can be my toy," she gratified. "The girlies and the other aren't going to last long on their own, not at night. Deary boy, what is your name?" she asked of him, child like innocents dripping through every word. She was still in his face, but closed her mouth. She smiled, though- this toy was behaving. She liked him- she would take care of him.
"Would you like some food? Water? I think you will like the food, it's human food. We can play house!" she cried finally, and grasped his hand, pulling him up the stairs, still walking around barefoot, in her little shouldered white dress- like an over sized shirt. Sitting him at the little children's table, she put the doll in his arms, and smiled. "You're the daddy," she instructed, pointing at him, then directed her finger to herself. I'm the mummy. Dolly is our baby. Do you want food?"
She heard the others talking, and she threw her head in their direction. "Janica!" she yelled. "Go find them! I want the toys to stay! Don't hurt them if they misbehave! Bring them to us! We'll play."

[Pirate Spawn]

Janica smiled and nodded, moving off swftly to find the others, "Stay here, like a good toy," she told Connor, "I'll be right back," she promised. And with that, the shadows consumed her. Smiling she slowly walked through the halls, running a hand along the walls, ounding like the scurrying of rats. She stood in the doorway to one of the medical offices and listened in to their conversation, "Oh won't you be good toys? We won't hurt you. But run any more and you won't need us, our friends don't always listen..." she trailed off, a large spider crawling over her face. Gigling quietly, she removed it and placed it on the wall. She then held out an empty hand towards the three of them, "Come with me, pretty please? With sugar and a cherry on top"

[Todd.]

Nicholas narrowed his eyes for a moment involuntarily holding his breath as she came closer, 'it is still a child mentally as well... So it's probably a troubled spirit... It could be it's own spirit possessing it's body, but why would it be a demon? That doesn't makes sense...' He thought as he watched her, 'ah food and water sure are a good promise.... Two things that I certainly will need now...' He snapped out of his thoughts when she asked his name "Nick" he answered simply and blinked as his hand was suddenly grabbed and he was pulled up. He had no option but follow, by what he had seen so far he better keep the child happy, that could grant him a few hours perhaps and if maybe for the others too.

He couldn't help but smile for a moment when she was handed the doll and she gave the roles out, his smile fading into the usual expressionless face. "Alright" he said simply, "I would like some water but you must show me where to get it..." He said simply, water was the key on life in this planet, if he knew where to find and if it was good then he also guaranteed then some more time alive.

((Sorry if posts are small and not pretty and with weird words on it, I'm on my iPod and just woke up hehe))

[Small Child]

She nodded, and lifted him form the seat by his wrist, then lead him down the black hall, smashing her fist into the wall when something black crawled past. She giggled, and kept walking, walking into a tiny kitchen, third door on the right, containing a small stove, a sink, drawers, and a preperation bench. She took up a glass, and stepped to the sink, turning the faucet thrice. Nothing dripped out, so she opened the cupboard beneath it, and growled as she untwisted one of the pipes.
"I watched them come in a turn it off. They kept water coming here in case it went up in flames," she spoke slowly, and turned the faucet again, shoving the cup underneath the clear water. Tipping it out several times to clear the dust, she filled it and handed it to him, stepping in the doorway so he couldn't leave.
Her eyes dropped to the doll, and she snatched it back. "You can't get water on dolly!" she cried, stroking its forehead. She watched him until he finished, taking the glass, and callously tossing it across the room, and dragging him out, back to the open room, and into the playroom.

[Todd.]

Nicholas followed her quietly holding the doll just because he hadn't had the chance to left it back on the room. He contes which way they went and which door they took, he watched her rather curiously for a moment, his eyes locked on the tap though as it seemed to refuse to work for a moment before having a somewhat dirty water come out and then clear clean one right after. He rolled his eyes as she snatched the doll back "Alright..." He mumbled and took the glass studying the liquid for a moment before drinking it slowly, the only problem was that was tap water but oh God, it was water anyway...

He rose an eyebrow shaking his head as she threw the glass around the room and pulled him back to the room they were before. He sat down then staring at her "Who are you?" He asked then.

[Small Child]

She sat across form him, crossing her legs on the tiny chair, her eyes searching around for the cot, before dragging it forward, and placing the doll inside. She smiled, and tipped one end slightly to find that it swung smoothly. Turning back to the 'Daddy', she smiled. "I am the mummy," she giggled, but saw his expression, and started. She frowned, thinking. "I am not person, but not animal," she whispered. "I am me, just as I am. I am Jody Maree Reins, I have no mummy or daddy, I live here, I always have. I no family except for Janica. I remember her, she's been there since... ever," she continued, not meeting his gaze. "I am... was fifteen, too old to get a mummy, or daddy, but I still dreamed. I wanted people to love me. They never did. I just wanted a family," she trailed on, her voice rising, her eyes changing to a black colour more fiery than the previous. "I just wanted love! The nurses didn't love me, so they had to die! And all the toys break!" She inidcated to the boy in front of her. "I need toys who behave! If they don't behave they break. I JUST WANT TOYS WHO'LL PLAY WITH ME!" she finally screamed, her voice getting deeper, throatier, demonic. She stood there, huffing and puffing, black eyes swirly like mist. "THAT'S ALL!"

She then sat and looked at the doll. "You'll play, right toy?" she asked. "You won't break. Not like all the others..."

[Todd.]

Nicholas watched her glad that she understood what he meant and he didn't need to explain. He involuntary backed away a little into the little chair to a point he was sure he would fall If he backed up more. 'So this is it...' He thought, it was pretty simple just like Liam said, perhaps the girls had a mission... Well not exactly a mission but more of a goal, be loved. But it was simply hard to love something like that, something that would snap and try to kill you in a second then act all sweet on the other, those was one of those things that people say only a mother would love, he thing is that her mother was probably he first to abandon her.

He managed to relax as she calmed down though the image of it's demoniac eyes and voice still wandered his mind and would for a while. He closed his eyes for a moment breathing in deeply to try and slow down his heart rate since he was sure she could hear it as well from how hard it was beating. He stayed silent to her question absently touching the cross under his shirt.