There is an evil being who looks like the ghost of a little girl. (Think Japanese horror movies) She believes she is doing what is right because when she was alive, as she was once a human, she was tortured and killed by the very people who were supposed to protect her. So now she spends her afterlife, stalking little children who are mistreated by their parents. She plans on killing the parents. It is up to these small children to stop this evil child.
Bottom post is a prelude into the role play.
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[i]
The little dark-haired girl was there again, standing with her head titled to the side, eyes wide open and her pupils darting back and forth. She was always there; waiting, watching, and planning. She was always where children would see her, whether that was at a park, in their home, or at their school. This time she was following a little brown haired boy and his mother as they were on their way to the market.
A small haunting, yet sad smile fluttered to her ruby red lips. She knew her purpose; knew what she was sent back to do. She had to get rid of the evil on this Earth. For the children. For the children. [/i]
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"Heavens child, what is wrong with you?" The redheaded woman pulled on her child's arm. "Stop standing there. We're going to be late!" She snapped her fingers in front of the boy's face, but the dazed like look, almost eerie, did not waver. His mouth was slightly open, his small frame shaking. Her could see her again. The little girl who was there one minute and when he looked away and back again, she would be gone, but this time she was there no matter how many times he looked away. She was just standing and staring across the street as traffic passed in-between them.
The woman sighed. "Nathan!" She looked across the parking lot to the small store that was going to be closing in ten minutes. She pulled on his arm again a little too roughly, anger building up in her. She yelled his name several more times, but could not get his attention away from the street.
Still the boy stared. He couldn't look away from the little girl this time.
"NATHAN!"
Nothing.
[i]
The little girl rubbed her hands together. "It will be tonight, Nathan," she told him. "Don't worry Nathan, Emily is coming. Emily will save you."
"You don't like your mommy, do you, Nathan?" The girl asked, coming closer to the frozen boy and his mother. Each time the girl got closer, it was like she only moved when Nathan's eye blinked; she didn't seem to be moving at all.
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Tears started to run down Nathan's cheeks.
"Oh My God! Somebody!" His mother cried, pulling the boy into her arms. The red color of his tears looked exactly like blood, though how was that possible.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The tears of blood continue to pour from his eyes; his white colorless pupils void of all life; his body trembled. Was he having a seizure?
"Nathan!"
"Midsummer Nights..." Emily whispered, looking up at the Heavens. "I will rid the world of the evil on midsummer nights, like they ridded the world of me..." She spoke in a child-like voice that sounded sad and scary at the same time.
Ethan passed out.
Bottom post is a prelude into the role play.
~@~@~@~
[i]
The little dark-haired girl was there again, standing with her head titled to the side, eyes wide open and her pupils darting back and forth. She was always there; waiting, watching, and planning. She was always where children would see her, whether that was at a park, in their home, or at their school. This time she was following a little brown haired boy and his mother as they were on their way to the market.
A small haunting, yet sad smile fluttered to her ruby red lips. She knew her purpose; knew what she was sent back to do. She had to get rid of the evil on this Earth. For the children. For the children. [/i]
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"Heavens child, what is wrong with you?" The redheaded woman pulled on her child's arm. "Stop standing there. We're going to be late!" She snapped her fingers in front of the boy's face, but the dazed like look, almost eerie, did not waver. His mouth was slightly open, his small frame shaking. Her could see her again. The little girl who was there one minute and when he looked away and back again, she would be gone, but this time she was there no matter how many times he looked away. She was just standing and staring across the street as traffic passed in-between them.
The woman sighed. "Nathan!" She looked across the parking lot to the small store that was going to be closing in ten minutes. She pulled on his arm again a little too roughly, anger building up in her. She yelled his name several more times, but could not get his attention away from the street.
Still the boy stared. He couldn't look away from the little girl this time.
"NATHAN!"
Nothing.
[i]
The little girl rubbed her hands together. "It will be tonight, Nathan," she told him. "Don't worry Nathan, Emily is coming. Emily will save you."
"You don't like your mommy, do you, Nathan?" The girl asked, coming closer to the frozen boy and his mother. Each time the girl got closer, it was like she only moved when Nathan's eye blinked; she didn't seem to be moving at all.
[/i]
Tears started to run down Nathan's cheeks.
"Oh My God! Somebody!" His mother cried, pulling the boy into her arms. The red color of his tears looked exactly like blood, though how was that possible.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The tears of blood continue to pour from his eyes; his white colorless pupils void of all life; his body trembled. Was he having a seizure?
"Nathan!"
"Midsummer Nights..." Emily whispered, looking up at the Heavens. "I will rid the world of the evil on midsummer nights, like they ridded the world of me..." She spoke in a child-like voice that sounded sad and scary at the same time.
Ethan passed out.
