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                                                Posted: Tue, 14/03/2017 18:10                                                (7 Years ago)
                                            

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A blonde teen sat by the window, cross-legged on an old armchair. Her hair came to her waist and was topped with a bright pink ribbon that'd been tied into a sloppy bow. She wore her usual long sleeved, black dress (which had a white collar). Sequins of many colors had been sewn onto the hem of the skirt. Long, black socks reached her knees, whilst her feet were covered in a pair of black leather shoes, that were fastened with a gold buckle.

In her lap was a small jewelry box. Inside it was her collection of shiny things that she had 'found'.

Coins.
Rings.
Necklaces and bracelets.
Hair pins and broaches.
And even more sequins.

"No wonder your parents didn't want you, I can see why," a white haired male smirked.
He lent against a wall with his arms folded over his chest. He looked no older than the female.
"Your parents didn't seem to want you either," she hisses, her eyes turning to slits as she sent him a death glare.

He just laughed at her.

"But you're a thief, Dahlia. No one like's thieves."

Dahlia turns away from him. Micheal, was his name. Her teeth gritted together, as anger built up inside her. However, fortunately, she managed to stop herself from killing him.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 14/03/2017 19:43                                                (7 Years ago)
                                            

Nic was sitting on the couch near the two, book in his hands. He had found it, and it had been one of the only things he had read since he arrived here. He wore a white sundress, his feet adorned with little pink flats. The accents of the dress were a light pink, and the dress went to his knees. He merely glanced up at the two, rolling his eyes. "Mike. There's absolutely no need to be rude. None." He said, voice almost motherly. He was like a mother when necessary. Or like a child. It depended on the day, it seemed. He shifted, ankles still crossed on the couch beside him.

"You're not any better than her. So don't act like it. We are all bad people who do bad things. Stealing is just what she does. She can't help it." He quipped, his voice still carrying the motherly tone. He slowly closed the book after book marking the page. "You two need to learn how to get along. I'm sure everyone would prefer if you could be the slightest bit civil in this household. Be a jerk out of here. When you're killing. I do that, and I don't seem to get into any arguments. Mostly." He said, now looking between the two with his strange, piercing blue eyes.

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                                                Posted: Tue, 14/03/2017 20:20                                                (7 Years ago)
                                            

Dahlia, smugly and childishly, stuck her tongue out at Mike, who, in return, huffed and slid down the wall. With that, the girl got up, box in hand, and skipped out of the main room. The only place she'd be going right now would be to her room where she would pull up a floor board and hide her collection.

She was a magpie. Or, described as one, at least. She loved black and white, and anything sparkly. If she saw something sparkly, she just had to have it. No matter what it took to get it.

And that was Magpie Syndrome.

It would upset her, ever so much, if she couldn't have it. Like a spoiled child. Which was ironic, since, she came from a working class family. Her family couldn't afford to buy her nice things and she got used to that. But then she started stealing to help herself, which gained her, her interest in shiny objects which quickly turned into an obsession.

"She's such a brat..." Mike mumbles under his breath, so that no one could hear his annoyance. He hated being put into place.

From his pocket, he slid out a deck of cards and started to aimlessly shuffle them. Just like Dahlia, Mike also had possession he loved. The first were his cards and the second was a gold cased pocket watch. He carried both around with him, at all times, Mainly because he didn't want to loose them. But also because he knew of Dahlia's condition.

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                                                Posted: Wed, 15/03/2017 00:02                                                (7 Years ago)
                                            

Nic sighed, setting his book on the table next to the couch. He stood, flattening his dress and walking to Mike. He knelt down in front of the male, and gave a small smile. "I'm sorry for lecturing you. Would you like to play cards?" He asked softly, tilting his head softly. He swallowed, and shrugged. "I mean, only if you'd like to. It's no problem if you don't want to." Oliver added, his voice a bit worried. He didn't want to upset the other killer, considering he was a bit frightened by the male.

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                                                Posted: Wed, 15/03/2017 00:11                                                (7 Years ago)
                                            

Sidney look at her self in the mirror. her hair started to fall out she knew if she didn't eat she would die. she tried to stand up it took at her strength but she made it. she walked slowly to the kitchen to find anything. she found some moldy cheese she took a little bite out of it and gagged. She ate it all she felt a little stronger but that was it. She sat down, her belly felt horrible. Hoping it would stop she closed her eyes and relaxed.