That strikes it, Ms. Alice ( Read more... )

People here...aren't as bad as I thought. I may not have my scissors anymore, nor my crayon--but I do have something else. Something that make up more for it. A friend. A very dear friend that likes to play games ( Read more... )

I found a red crayon, it's rich and wonderfully thick--it's easy to write on walls and clothes...

...and people.

I found a giant pair of scissors--they're rather nifty and fun to spin.

[OOC:She's got the weapon from the boss battle based on her...^^;;]

I had a most horrid dream last night!

It was of that awful orphanage, and Mr.Hoffman...ugh, just thinking about it is making me sick to my fragile stomach again!

I still haven't found a new toy playmate, and I'm ever so bored. These days are becoming worse and worse with each passing minute, there's not much to do but run from monsters and scrounge ( Read more... )

I am so BORED! I desire a plaything mate...a toy for me nice person to have conversations with and play Princess ( Read more... )

Hell is for bad girls.

Hell is for heatens.

Hell is for wretches...

Hell isn't for me...Hell should be for HER--it was HER idea for that stupid game--it was HER idea that got us all bloody well killed!

HOW DARE THEY!