my auntie told her i kissed a soldier

[wearefriends]

[ WHO ]: EVERYONE
[ WHERE ]: ALL OVER THE APARTMENTS
[ WHEN ]: FROM 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 27TH UNTIL 0:00 ON MONDAY THE 3RD
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: OPEN
[ RATING ]: PG for now, will update if needs be.
[ WARNINGS ]: Nothing right now, will be updated if content makes it so.
[ NOTES ]: Okay everyone! Use this as a gigantic mingle log with the dolls. Leap into likely threads or post up private threads, no one minds! Let's just go for it.



HOLLA. GO FOR IT. Put the day your thread occurs on in the comment of your thread, but everything else is up to you!

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[triggeringbiggering]

[He doesn't focus on the taunting paintings because he's too busy trying to brush dolls off of him. He didn't hurt his own, only ignored it, so they're just out to scare rather than hurt for now. That is, until he rips one off and smashes it with his heel until it shatters, and throws the others against the wall.]

Garry!

[He reaches out to grab him. It's pretty obvious they can't stay there, and better make a run for it while they can.]

[fraternal]

[ his legs don't feel like moving until he sees Once-ler's hand - and suddenly everything doesn't seem all that hopeless any more. a few moments ago death by doll seemed inevitable, and that horror of dying here alone, like he'd feared in the Gallery... it seemed so real and terrifying that he felt he couldn't do a thing about it. fear had paralysed him earlier - fear of Red Eyes, and all its 'friends'.

but that green-clad hand reaching out to him makes everything seem hopeful again, and he'll reach back out to grab it. it wasn't like the time Once-ler had to drag him out of a room once before when he was paralysed by fear, though - this time he'll run with him, pulling him along with him. his long legs keep running, he's not even sure where. all he knows is he needs to be safe- Once-ler needs to be safe. his dear friend, willing to risk his life to protect him, even after everything.

tears sting his eyes and he doesn't dare look behind them, because he knows the dolls are following. ]

[triggeringbiggering]

[Slamming the door shut behind them, he wastes a couple of precious moments looking for something to jam it with before cursing himself for not dragging one of those grinning paintings off the wall to do exactly that. Laugh it up when she's stopping them from getting to them now, you darned nuisance!

That would have been so cool. And clever, too. Dammit, why hadn't he done it? But, hand in hand with Garry and bolting down the second-floor hallway, he doesn't have time to lament it too badly. The cut on his leg flashes pain with every motion and the dull, constant throb from his still healing lips and cheeks chime in with it.

He lets go of his hand at the stairwell and scrapes the door shut behind them, taking a moment to lean on the railing and puff out his breath.]

N-never going to like dolls again...

[fraternal]

[ Garry is absolutely silent, save for the sounds of his frantic panting, when they finally come to a stop in the stairwell. knees weak, and palms sweaty, he completely falls to his knees, not caring if they'll bruise or how it'll affect the multiple, still-bleeding cuts on his legs.

for the moment, he's given up, now that they're safe(?) and alone.

he gives up, for now. he'll be strong again soon, but right now he just needs to cry. ]

[triggeringbiggering]

[Startled, the Once-ler reaches out to pat his back. He's a little uncertain of how to comfort him, and he keeps his eyes wide for any signs of any dolls.]

[fraternal]

I'm so sorry, Once'.

[triggeringbiggering]

[He looks at him, frowns, then shakes his head.]

Nothhing to bhve sorry abhvout. [Nothing to be sorry about. And he means it, too.]

It's okay.

[fraternal]

All of this- I keep getting you hurt- I'm so weak.

[triggeringbiggering]

[He gives him a light smack upside the head, then points at his cheeks. Then at Garry. Then shakes his head.]

Not. You.

[It's frustrating, he wants to say more, but it hurts. Damn it, and he'd left his phone in his apartment, when that horrible doll...

Dolls.

The hallways door bulges outwards.]

[fraternal]

[ the smack gives him a start, and he stares at Once-ler's face, his own expression softening as he wipes his tears away. he was... right, it wasn't his fault. it was so hard to convince himself of that, though, even if he knew the truth deep down. ]

...I'm sorry. I shouldn't be making you speak too much, relax, alri- [ he yelps, and jumps to his feet, as he sees the door bulge out.

keeping Once-ler safe was his top priority now- he was wounded much more deeply than he himself was. carefully he'll secure his rose to his lapel, and reach for Once-ler's hand again. ]

Down the stairs?

[triggeringbiggering]

[He nods emphatically, and starts to scramble down the stairs.

A blur of orange and a something white - he screeches to a halt as his own doll lands on the stairs. It'd be hilarious if it wasn't terrifying.

With a yelp, he kicks the Lorax as hard as he can.]

[fraternal]

Watch your leg!

[ he moves to put himself between Once' and the orange Lorax doll to protect him if it strikes again. ]

Keep heading down!

[triggeringbiggering]

[Yep, going for you too, Garry. Once-ler tries to kick it again.]