✗✗ I double, double dare you! ✗✗

[Small Child]

Turnig her frightened gaze to Remy, she whimpered. "Make them go away!" she cried, shivering. She hated the thought of new voices tearing at her already fragile mind. She took the dainty hand spread towards her, releasing her grip on Nick. "Please make it stop," she requested, her chin wobbling from trying to stem the flow of tears.
If there was any human left in Jody Maree Reins, it shone through now. There was always a snippet, and peek into her soul, no matter how dishevelled it was. She stood, comig to about the same height, if not taller, than the filmographer. "You're a good toy," she told her, creamy grey colours now residing in her orbs. "You're a good toy."
She smiled, lips together, and actually seemed human-like. In these moments, you could see the pretty girl who had so dearly longed for a mother and father, all those years ago. The child so cruelly denied that wish. The child stood before Remy, her eyes searching into the others, hoping to find some kind of admiration, or something similar.

[Todd.]

|| Nicholas 'Nick' Hills ||
[male] [single] [bi] [The Documenter]

Nicholas backed away from her then grabbing the recorder and pressing the pause button before getting into a coughing fit massaging his throat, he kept his eyes locked on he girl just in case she decided to come back. He clutched the cross around his neck again out of habit and pushed himself up backing up more then supporting himself on the wall because he was sure he would fall down as soon as he would let go off it.

"Believe the unbelievable"

[~lancey lance~]

Conner Davis

He felt a pang of sympathy for the child, who in her fragile state, appeared almost human. He waited quietly for Remy to stop the recording that upset the child. They now knew a weakness she had, but it seemed cruel to scare her like that. Conner began to feel rather conflicted about the children. In one light they were vicious, demented and probably going to kill them. In another though, they were mistreated,unloved and broken children. Part of him wanted to find a way to kill them, but thebigger part, the more humane part wished to help them. He let out a resigned sigh. Maybe some sort of deal could be made.

[Puzzles]

〖 Nicolette Kato 〗
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• ｔｈｅ ｗｒｉｔｅｒ •

Nicolette watched fearfully as Jody grab Nick, she was thankful that Remy step forward. Jody seemed freaked out, she didn't seem to understand technology. Of course she didn't, she died in 1984, she's probably never even seen anything like their technology. And then she smiled, smiled like a little girl, a human little girl. She was almost pretty in a way, Nicolette felt a little bad for her; she'd lived in an orphanage until she died, meaning she was never adopted.

{{sorry, cr*ppy post.}}

[Small Child]

{ - 'S'all good. - }

[scoopyfrog]

"It's okay," Remy said, her voice calmer, quieter. She couldn't explain the sudden surge of sympathy, compassion, and pity she felt for this kid, and now that the kid was crying, showing emotion, Remy began to hope that, after all, this /was/ an act. She held her arms open a fraction, camera still pointed at the girl, and before she lost her nerve she said, "Come on. Come here. It's okay."

[Small Child]

Blinking in utter confusion for a moment, Jody smiled again, and pushed into the woman, a long needed, and long wanted hug. She smiled and closed her eyes, the demonic side of her dissipating for the moment. All she wanted was this, and now she had it.
"You're a fantastic toy," she whispered, suddenly pulled away. "You need to be treated," she mused, and pondered on this for a moment. "But how to do so?"
She began to pace now, hand on chin, going back and forth, thoughts swirling, ebbing, surging, before dissapearing. Then she turned to smile at her.
Janica, we must give her what we have. We must give her the gifts we have! she declared in their communication, eager now. She took Remy p into her arms, and stepped through the hole in the play room, turning into a long dark corridor. She made her way down there, nimbly avoiding books and other dusty manuscripts. The night of their death, they were being punished, banished from the small birthday party in the main bedroom hall, the reason the others were saved.
But they were being excluded for the fact that a matron had found them snooping through the books in the old library- something forbidden for the children. But Jody and Janica were far too curious for their own good, knowing by then that they were to never have parents.
She paused at the large door which pressed into the stone, reaching almost to the high ceiling. She kicked it open, and made her way in, dropping Remy in a seat. She smiled at the grandour of the room, books on mahogany shelves reaching up to the ceiling. She stared around, her eyes darting back and forth through the books quickly. They then rested on the empty space on one of the higher shelves where the book they had read used to be. She now stared around wildly, before she noticed the thick black leather bound book in the large waste paper bin. Stepping over to it, she picked it up, heavy, very solid. It was about six inches thick, coaked in a layer of thick dust.
She dropped it in front of Remy, and searched through the old yellowed papers inside, often imbossed with golden swirling letters, larger than the rest to signify the beginning of a new chapter.
She turned them over quickly, searching for the page they had read on the night of their death.

[Pirate Spawn]

Janica ran after Jody and smiled when they entered the library. She walked over to her friend and smiled at the page, remebering it wel. She frowned when she remembered the night and turned away, walking to a corner. She placed a palm against the wall and a small python wrapped around her arm. She smiled at it and turned, leaning against the stone. The snake wrapped around her waist and curled down to the floor, where it dissappeared into a crack. She did this when she was upset, it cheered her up when she was with those who cared.

[Small Child]

She pulled up a large chair, staring up at the roof. "This is where it all happened, toy," she whispered, pulling her head down to examine Remy. "Everything that happened makes sense when we thought hard about it. We shouldn't have changed, we shouldn't have. But this made us," she placed a cold white finger on the page. "We have what we have because of this, and if I remember correctly, the night was silent. Listen toy... it's silent."
She stood, and took Janica's hand, drawing her over, staring at the girl before her. "You must help us," she whispered. Say what I say," she instructed, and took up the book, sitting back down. Staring at the letters, scrawled in ink, curled letters adorning the course paper, she smiled.
"Letalis scelus sceleris
Coerceo lamia before ipsa
Mutari ipsa
Mors te decet..."

[scoopyfrog]

When the girl came into her arms, Remy hugged her tight, relieved to feel solid flesh, bone, skin, and hair making up tne girl. She was a bit fazed when she was taken away from the others, to a different room, but she was no longer afraid. Maybe it was because of feeling the realness of the girl, or perhaps because the girl seemed to like her now. Whatever the reason, Remy remained silent and calm unti. she was set into a chair and a large book was placed in front of her. At first she thought the girls (there were two of them now; how quickly and quietly they moved!) wanted her to read them a story, but after it was explained what she was to do, she took a breath, said "What have I got to lose?" and repeated, almost faltering on one or two of the words.

"Letalis scelus sceleris, coerceo lamia before ipsa, mutari ipsa, mors te decet."