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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[wolfishsurvivalist]

The howl of pain that echoed down the corridor of the fourth floor was inhuman and bone-chilling, but the laughter that followed it wasn't much better. Hysterical and desperate, there was a hint of self-depreciation in it. Mika staggered down the hallway, one hand clutching her left eye as her lips pulled back in a twisted mockery of a smile, her other hand clutching her cane so hard her scarred knuckles had gone bone white. Blood seeped between her fingers as tears of pain streamed down her cheek while she scanned the hall searching for something.

Or possibly someone.

"Very funny, 'daddy,' but that's a horrible trick to play on someone." Her voice was a seething growl between clenched fangs. "I don't think I like your game very much!" Mika's grip on her cane shifted, holding it like a bludgeoning weapon instead of a walking aid. Fur bristling, she raised the cane higher as she sniffed the air.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."

Monday! around 3am

[wearefriends]

Viola is used, by now, to hoisting up her skirts and running. There were bears and skulls and invisible chefs, eyes and statues and creatures that scraped in the dark in the House. Here, there were ghosts and demons, and now there were doll.

Her own doll drags itself along the floor, hauling a heavy kitchen knife behind it. It's easily outrun and the sight, while gruesome, would be almost comical in another situation. But it's not just her doll that chases her - no. There are more, and they're all coming for her.

She rounds the corner of the second floor hall, panting, reluctant to go onto the stairwell but not sure if her plan to get rid of the lot in one swoop would be safe to do on the second floor. Why had she let herself get chased up here...

Friday, around 1pm

[carneouspuella]

Running through the fourth floor hallway? Expect to see a young girl's head come skidding out of an open door. It's got long black hair and black eyes marked with cross shapes around them. The mouth is open in a slight 'o' of surprise.

A doll of a handsome boy, with similar markings over his eyes, runs out after the head. A meat clever, huge in its tiny hands, is being dragged behind it.

[fraternal]

In his own room, Garry's been cornered by a pack of unknown dolls - his own, Red Eyes, is the ringleader. The portraits and paintings around his room are laughing at him, shrill and high, and signs of a struggle can easily be seen. Chairs toppled over, items strewn about the floor - and Garry batting away dolls with his fire poker, a look of extreme fear on his face.

to anyone listening in, his words might sound rather insane, but to Garry himself, they're quite real.

"--I wont be your friend and I'm never going back there! Don't touch me dammit! Don't-" A sob, as he kicks a doll with a large knife away from him, and presses his back against the wall behind him, exhausted and upset.

"Don't come any closer... please..."

The portraits around his room laugh, shrill and high. and as a doll with plus-shaped eyes digs it's knife into his calf, and a few of the petals on his rose fall to the ground, Garry lets out a yell that pierces above them all.