--Daycare--

Mr.Face:

"Let's go." I pulled on Nike's arm, not willing to let go, but wanting to go see myself.

T.Mor:

I heard a thwack, and Mr.Face had hit her in the back of the head and pulled her onto the table. He started strapping her down.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
Some girl was yelling in through the window.
"You and what army?" Mr.Face fired into the window casually, and it rained glass. "Your word against hers." He told the accenty girl who was colouring with me earlier.

Castle: I sighed, shaking my head. "Well..." I tossed the gun in her lap. "I guess I'll be back. Use that if you have to," I muttered, jumping for the wall.

Cricket
Have to think fast. "Well wouldn't that be a waste, going through all this when she's thirteen any'ow! I was there. My word and Ticket's word against 'er's!" Maybe it was useless. I didn't have a clue what was going on.

Nike

"Um...okay, if you say so," I said. I looked up as glass shattered. "Maybe that's not such a good idea! It sounds like something bad is going on in there..."


Leslie

"Army?" I asked with a laugh. "Ha! I don't need an army! I'm all the force I need!"

Mr.Face:

"No. I want to go see. Come on." Of course I heard the glass shatter. Was it a logical decision to keep going? No. Was it going to be interesting either way? Internet YES.

T.Mor:

"Forgive my skepticism." Mr.Face grinned, shooting an entire round in her general direction, while also digging out his exacto knives. He didn't need to look where he was aiming, as he was all blind and all. He found one.

Leslie

I dropped the shield after he was done firing.

"Seriously, pal, cut the crap!" I yelled. "I'd say I don't want to have to kill you, but that would be a lie!"


Nike

"Um...if you say so," I answered uneasily.

"We'll go with you," Peter volunteered. That made me feel better. "I can block gunfire, too." That was a huge relief.

"Okay. Let's go!" I tugged Mr. Face along.

Kaya: I nodded. "Be safe." i said. "And thanks for the gun." i said. Id never used a gun, but i knew how they worked and understood the principle behind using them.

Cricket
This was getting intense. Despite Tickety clawing into my arm again I actually started walking torwards him. "A'right, did you not 'ear me? I said she's thirteen, deaf one. It would be a waste of your time!"

T.Mor:
" I AM NOT DEAF." I heard another gunshot. Oh this was so bad. so...bad. Oh god.
Oh god.
Don't think about it.

Mr.Face:

I was suddenly being pulled through space, and it was kinda terrifying. I was clicking like mad, and eventually heard the building come into range.

Nike

"Peter," I said, "do your blocking gunfire thing."

"Right," he said with a nod, closing his eyes for a moment and putting his hands out. He opened his eyes again, looking like he was concentrating. "He shouldn't be able to use his gun now."

"Good. Let's go in."

The four of us headed inside.

"C'est quoi...?" Senet asked.

Tommy burst through the door after Leslie. Andrew appeared next to him, "What's going on?! I heard gunshots!"

Leslie

"Apparently you are deaf!" I accused the faceless guy, ignoring the ghosts for the moment. "You're not listening! Back away from the kid, creep!"

Andrew appeared behind Mr. Face, "Let the kid go. Now."

Castle: "Oh, and don't kick that chair over. Someone might need it," I said, then jumped off the wall.

Finn
I'd closed my eyes at the gunshot, and when I opened them, Cricket was down. Not...collapsed down, just crouching, and clutching his arm. Suddenly he shook his head and stood up. I looked at Tickety, and we were over there in about two seconds. "Crick," I said, and he pushed me away.

"I'm fine, it just grazed my arm..." he murmered, wincing a little. He was bleeding quite a bit, but he was right; it looked like the bullet had just taken a small chunk out of him. "Well, at least 'e's blind..."

Leslie

I hopped in through the shattered window, quickly getting to the black-haired boy's side.

"You alright, kid?" I asked, trying to assess the situation. "Everything still working properly?"

T.Mor:

"What are you going to do? Vomit on me?" Mr. Face asked the ghosty thing. "
What makes you think you're in charge?" He asked the girl at the window

Mr. Face:

Holy crap this guy Was freaky. This was me? I couldn't believe it.

Cricket
Ow. Can't say that was unexpected, but ow. I looked at the girl with wings. "Aye, just...flesh wound," I said, still clutching my arm to keep it from bleeding too bad. I nodded torward the tall guy, as if saying 'focus.'

Nike

"Yeah, this is you," I murmured, reading his mind. "I...I don't understand it either. It's..."

The winged girl started walking towards the bigger Mr. Face.

"HEY!" she snapped. "What did I say?! I'm getting really frickin' annoyed here, buddy!"

Castle: I wandered around the streets for a few minutes, then doubled back and went in to the front of the mansion. There were people getting hurt in there, and for some odd reason, he felt obligated to help them. "Damn feelings," he muttered, walking towards the front door. "They don't ever leave me alone so I can be cold and heartless."

(Jumps back into chat)

Alyson
I cowered in the corner of the room, staring in horror of what was happening around me. Johnny sat next to me, telling me everything was going to be alright. I got up and ran to Lyla.
"What do we do?" I asked.
"I dont know" She said, giving me her teddy bear to comfort me.
I had to think of somethin...

Kaya: I nodded solemnly and watched him disappear. I wished i could've gone with him, but it wasnt a good option for me. I would just wind up dragging him down.

Tickety
Oh bother. Didn't somebody just try that, and just get shot for it? Either she was really dumb, or way too overlly confident!...Maybe both. I just waited, tearing a strip of cloth off my shirt and hoping more gunshot didn't sound soon. " 'ere," I said, my voice maybe coming off as irritated. I took Cricket's arm and started wrapping. "Now stop making dumb moves."

T.Mor:

"You're annoyed?" he laughed like dead babies. "I'm annoyed too."

Mr. Face:

"i wonder if I managed to kill my parents then..." I thought aloud. Hmm

Nike

"Whaa?" I asked, looking at him with eyebrows raised. I mean, I knew he had issues with his parents, but really...

And ugh, that guy's laugh sounded like...like dead babies.

"I'm MORE annoyed!" the winged girl yelled. "STEP. AWAY. FROM. THE. CHILD."