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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:17 pm
Jaydika's room is almost completely bare of furnishings except for a king sized canopy bed in the center of it. Its only one room, being of course the bedroom. On the bed, the comforter is black and the sheets are made of silk and are red. (Note: Description may change later on.)
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:21 pm
*J appears in the room, with a small crying child in her arms. She sets the child on the bed and then changes her clothes into that of a nurse.* Hush now, no need to fret. I'm not going to hurt you. *She sits down on the bed behind the girl and begins stroking the girl's hair and making shushing sounds.* Everything is going to be alright. Nurse J is going to make you all better. *Her mouth suddenly forms into an odd grin as she reaches for something underneath her pillow.*
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:25 pm
*Her hand emerges from beneath the pillow to reveal a switchblade. Throughout all of this she is still making shushing sounds and stroking the girl's hair. The girl has quieted for the time being. J slides off the bed, hiding the blade behind her back. She sits down onto the floor and looks up at the girl. She reads the girl's mind and finds out that the girl's name is Laura.* Laura, how would you like to try on pretty clothes and have your hair done all nice just like a doll? *The young girl, still somewhat shaken, does nothing.* It'll be fun, Laura. I promise. *Laura nods slightly, causing J to smile.* That's a good girl.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:31 pm
*J stands up, the blade still behind her back.* Let's start with your hair. It's a bit too long don't you think? *She pulls the blade out from behind her, Laura screams and scrambles backwards on the bed.* Be calm. I was only going to cut your hair. I promised you I wasn't going to hurt you. *Laura sits scrunched up against the headboard of the bed, sobbing loudly.* Now Laura come back over here so that I can do your hair. *Laura shakes her head "No" and continues crying. J growls.* Laura I told you to come here. So come here. NOW. *Laura doesn't move. J's eyes turn from a normal looking brown to red all of a sudden. She reaches underneath the bed and pulls out pieces of shredded cloth.* You're a bad doll, Laura. A very bad doll. Now you have to be punished.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:37 pm
*Laura screams as J lunges at her, holding her down onto the bed.* Dolls should be quiet. *J ties a cloth around Laura's head, silencing her somewhat. She then ties down each of Laura's limbs.* I really liked you, Laura. You would have made a pretty doll. *She strokes Laura's cheek with the switchblade. Laura fights to scream through the gag. J slices the blade across Laura's face.* I told you to be quiet. *She places the bloody knife tip against Laura's lower lip.* Are you going to be quiet? *Laura nods, effectively causing the blade to cut her lip open. Silent, salty tears streamed down Laura's face for the next few hours as J punished her doll to death.*
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 11:41 pm
*J sighs and looks at the dead and somewhat mangled body of Laura.* I broke my dollie. *She pouts.* She was supposed to entertain me some more but no. She had to be a bad dollie so I had to punish her. Its her own fault that she got broken. *J yells in one of Laura's ears "DO YOU HEAR ME? IT'S YOUR FAULT. NOT MINE. YOURS." She then slowly unties Laura's body, contemplating what she should do with Laura now.* I know! Maybe if I show people my broken dollie they'll give me a new dollie. *She smiles and grabs onto Laura's dead hand and then disappears.*
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Posted: Sun Jul 16, 2006 11:54 pm
*A ghostlike J appears in the room. She audibly sighs and runs her fingers along the comforter of her bed. She looks at the dried blood on the floor, remembering her doll. She shakes her head then disappears, appearing as if she was about to cry.*
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 4:48 pm
*Draven walks in, his bunnicula ears bending alittle as he goes to her bed sitting on the edge*
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 4:54 pm
dusklord *Draven walks in, his bunnicula ears bending alittle as he goes to her bed sitting on the edge* *J appears, a waffle iron in one hand and a teetering bowl full of waffle batter in the other*
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 4:59 pm
little_miss_blood_fetish dusklord *Draven walks in, his bunnicula ears bending alittle as he goes to her bed sitting on the edge* *J appears, a waffle iron in one hand and a teetering bowl full of waffle batter in the other* *his tail wags lightly as his ears twitch, his nose doing the same from trying to smell the aroma* eek heart whee
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 5:04 pm
dusklord *his tail wags lightly as his ears twitch, his nose doing the same from trying to smell the aroma* eek heart whee *J smiles and shakers her finger at him* You'll just have to wait until they're done. *She plugs in the waffle iron and sets down the bowl on the bedside table. She begins to hum as she waits for the waffle iron to heat up.*
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 5:09 pm
little_miss_blood_fetish dusklord *his tail wags lightly as his ears twitch, his nose doing the same from trying to smell the aroma* eek heart whee *J smiles and shakers her finger at him* You'll just have to wait until they're done. *She plugs in the waffle iron and sets down the bowl on the bedside table. She begins to hum as she waits for the waffle iron to heat up.* b-but i wants...*his ears droop softly* crying
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 5:16 pm
dusklord b-but i wants...*his ears droop softly* crying *She smiles, laughing a little.* They'll be done soon. *She then opens the waffle iron and pours in some of the chocolate chip waffle batter.* Shoot. I forgot a plate. *She looks down at her hand and makes a small incision with her now metal claws. The blood seeps out and forms into a plate.* That's better. *She takes out the now done waffle and sets in on the plate. She continues this until all the batter is gone.* Now you can eat. *She holds the plate out towards him, smiling.*
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