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Who: The Twins, Vriska, Anyone!
Where: Upper Hall
When: Night 002
What:A very angry spider lady, a pair of very precocious brats.
Warnings: Ghosts!
The night was drawing on, hours had turned to days and beyond. The children walked, the soft drape of Knuckle's scarf softening their outline in the darkness.
The girl had wrapped the scarf around her neck and hand at some point during the night. To anyone else she would look like a sleepy child, the scarf hiding the mutilated half of her face. Her brother gave the scarf the occasional tug, learning the fabric with curious finger tips, but he made no attempt to remove it from her care.
The sound of the chains followed them down the hall, unrelenting and loud.
"Hush a bye baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all."
The girl seemed to smile, swinging their joined hands with something greatly resembling true childishness.
The night drew on, and for the twins it waxed on unchanged. For the moment, they were alone and happy. There was little else they could demand.
Where: Upper Hall
When: Night 002
What:A very angry spider lady, a pair of very precocious brats.
Warnings: Ghosts!
The night was drawing on, hours had turned to days and beyond. The children walked, the soft drape of Knuckle's scarf softening their outline in the darkness.
The girl had wrapped the scarf around her neck and hand at some point during the night. To anyone else she would look like a sleepy child, the scarf hiding the mutilated half of her face. Her brother gave the scarf the occasional tug, learning the fabric with curious finger tips, but he made no attempt to remove it from her care.
The sound of the chains followed them down the hall, unrelenting and loud.
"Hush a bye baby, on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all."
The girl seemed to smile, swinging their joined hands with something greatly resembling true childishness.
The night drew on, and for the twins it waxed on unchanged. For the moment, they were alone and happy. There was little else they could demand.