Nelida watched intently as the boy unfolded the paper and made a jesture like ripping it and she thought, what?, as she saw the paper glow and become as if it were alive and she screamed as it engulfed her body so fast she had no chance to fight it before it was too late. She struggled against the restraint of the paper but it was too strong as if it was magic. She knew if she was not released from this entrapment she would be dead in a matter o minutes but she had given up knowing the situation was hopeless and she may because of her own stupidity.

Thomas made a move to go towards the girl as she gave the other boy a piece of paper. He had a feeling that this was not going to turn out well. He was halfway across the room when the strange older boy opened the paper and a light came out of it. Thomas stopped dead in the middle of the room and watched in horror as the paper wrapped itself around the girl. He read the writing as it appeared on the blank pages before another thought came to his mind.

The girl can't breathe!

Thomas rushed over to the girl and attempted to pull off the paper, but it was all in vain. The paper was attached to her as tight as her skin. He pulled the girl away from the boy and continued to try and claw the paper off of her. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?" He shouted loudly at the boy.

Nelida continued to struggle as she felt her body being picked up and moved, but who was moving it. She quckly realized it must be the little boy the way he was vigerously trying to break her free but to no avail. She was thankful she was moved away from the sicko. She could feel herself slowly losing grip with reality as she fought to keep herself alert so mabe by some miracle she might live. Who was she kidding that was never gonna happen.

Ilie noticed the look on Jonathan's face when he had stunned the boy but he said nothing. It was not something he was particularly proud of, but it was needed. The black-haired boy which was now stunned was going to slow them down and they simply could not afford it at this point.

He gave a small nod to Victor after listening to his instructions and went over and joined the weird lady, along with Victor and Charles. As the proceeded deeper into the building, Ilie was starting to find it hard to believe that this place wasn't abandoned.

Ilie twitched slightly at Victor's question, but said nothing in return.

After a few minutes of staring towards the odd light that was coming from down the corridor, he spoke.

"I........ have the weird feeling that it isn't," he spoke slowly. It was all he could really manage to say for the time being.

As Thomas fought to pray the paper from the girl, he tore it in half, dispelling the spell on it so now all its surface was once again blank. But on the other hand, Nelida could now breath.

"Well now, that was interesting -"

The sound of coherence. Yet the gaunt boy hardly moved or reacted. The voice was coming from behind them, per see.

"What are two little ickle kids doing here?"

The new person was also a boy, with a bit of an arab complexion, and around the same age. But instead of the vacant, blank look, this one was smiling brightly in his position sitting in another bed. He appeared to have been watching for some time, yet not a trace of concern was on his voice. He was just leaning back, his feet swinging from side to side.

"You are human, aren't you?" he asked, an eyebrow raised, interested.



"We can only move forwards," Jonathan said, taking the lead once more. "We know where we are going, right? Somebody - you said," he was looking directly at Ilie, "you had seen something on the tower. That's where we are going then--"

He almost stumbled on a fleeting figure that crossed their path. This one was half Jonathan's weight and hurried along on tiny legs. "Wait!" he called, but then the little person was gone as if engulfed in the shadows, with just the echo of a childish giggle remaining.

Disoriented, Jonathan started calling out names again, "Byrd! Whoever is there, answer me! Who else is here?!"

"What is it?" Victor called from behind, unwilling to get near just yet; he had stayed back with the greater numbers, "Is it gone? Was it a ghost?"

"No..." Jonathan said immediately. He could still feel the place where they had bumped. "It felt solid but," he touched his stomach where the impression of solid touch lingered "... had I not felt its weight, I swear, I..." ...the little person, "I would have thought it was an illusion..." he did felt it, didn't he?

As he moved a bit to the right, he was on rage to see the source of the brilliant light, and he noticed it now. It was coming from a door which portrayed on top of its frame a wooden cross. And silluetted against the brilliant light was a person, standing and silent, as if waiting for you. It appeared to wear a long grown but from this angle, its features were difficult to define.

Nelida suddenly felt the paper being ripped from her body and she almost could'nt believe it, the little boy had done it, wow. She looked at him and mouthed thank you as another boy, an Arab one entered, this one was smiling in a freindly way but she did'nt trust him for one seccond, not after what just had just happened. When that boy asked if they were human she decided to lie and said, "No we are not", she said harshly. She'd had enough of the people here and even if this boy was on there side it was too much to risk because what if he was evil. She grabbed the little boy and tried to unlock the door and leave but it would'nt budge, they were stuck there.

The arab boy blinked, yet regarded them with the same smile. "Ah, aren't you now?" He jumped off the bed and closed on the girl, hands behind his back. Then rounding her for inspection, and now towering over them both by a head. "You look pretty human to me."

He noticed as the girl tried to leave from the door to the right, and with that same smile, shugged and stuck his tongue. "That won't work. Though I think you are right to think that's the exit. And you may be right to want to leave."

He went to that same door and leaned against it, humored and cross-armed, looking back at them. "I'm not sure what you are, but you aren't one of them." He looked at the gaunt, autistic kid on the bed. "At least I don't think you are..."

He leaned to crouch on his legs. "Aren't you little wizards? Don't you have a wand to try open things like these? You know, that would be dead useful right now." His smile was both friendly and yet uncompromising unmoved. He pointed at himself, self-explanatorily. "I'm trying to get out too, you know."

Nelida gave the Arab teen a smug look said. "Oh really, you're trying to escape too, right, okay, well even if thats true I can tell you right now I don't have a wand so I can be of no assistance to you, sorry". It was true her wand was in her bag which was left on the back of the bus after she was knocked out and brought here. She was really starting to miss her wand right about now.

"Mh," the boy rubbed his chin pensively, considering, exaggerating. "Well, that's inconvenient for you, isn't it?" he overstated. "But if I am right, you as well as I, need to leave fast."

He jumped suddenly, and was, however, now standing besides the gaunt boy. He observed him closely, while that other boy stared ahead with vacant eyes, and then the tanned one turned to the kids while pointing at the gaunt. "What did this one speak? They always speak some nursery rhyme. It's like they are trying to say something."

"This one kept following me around. "One, two, tie my shoe?" Funny gal, because she was barefoot," he recalled. "You don't even know where you are, do you?" he said suddenly. He leaned down to be at eye level with the girl, then tilted his head. "And, my caged pals, are you two alone? Have you seen anyone else in here?"

He kicked the boy on the bed on it's hanging left shin, with no response.

Nelida looked at the boy confused as she retorted, "I don't know what you're talking about, I was in a kind of toilet paper caccon, I could'nt see or hear anything, though the boy Thomas might remember the Nursery rhyme if he was'nt too badly shell shocked trying to free me". She then heard the Arab teen question if they she or Thomas knew where they were and if they were olone and Nelida said, "I think were in West Park Hospital but I'm not quite sure, and as for are we alone would'nt you like to know".

Anachrovica had been unusually silent this whole time. She trailed behind the whole group, picking her way through the grime and rubble on the ground and would have been doing justfinethanks! if a little shadow hadn't come hurtling out of the darkness. Then, it must be admitted, Anachrovica stumbled over her stilettos - there was a sound sound like a snap and the wee shade went giggling, giggling, giggling... swallowed up into the darkness that seemed to loom over them like a stormcloud, only briefly alleviated by the lights from their wands.

Anachrovica tried to straighten, and stumbled again. "Ooh, bugger!" she said, grabbing onto the nearest person, who happened to be Victor. "Heel's broken. Be a dear," and she leaned down, swiftly pulling off and shoving what looked like torture devices into Victor's hand, "hold these. Rum! Just bought those yesterday. Balenciaga. Righto!"

Anachrovica rifled through her purse and came up with ballet flats. With her hand on Victor's skinny shoulder, she slipped them on and smiled dizzily. "Righto!" she said again, and with her hand still on the blonde's shoulder, she propelled them into walking mode again - with him in front of her.

That shoving hand became a vice grip, however, at the sight of the still figure in the long gown. Anachrovica stared, and then gave the blonde man another little shove so he was even more in front.

"Yah, I would!" the Arab boy said, grining widely. "It would be loads helpful." He turned pensive. "I don't know about the toilet paper thing. Maybe they thought you smelled?"

There was something certainly irritating about this one. This Arab boy...

Suddenly, he was on his feet again. "Well, since we are all lost, let's be lost together. There's somebody we should meet. This place has a boss, you know. That person may know where to go. Besides, it won't be safe for you in here for long..."

Why the HECK did he chose this woman as part of his group. Sure, she looked little frightened, and that helped when you were scared shitless out of your faintly if perceived wits. But this was beyond understanding; the woman was insane.

Victor paled. He had to keep himself from looking as troubled as the situation compelled him too. (What was he handed anyways, her bed toys?! Er.)

"Whoa whoa whoa! Why do you--"

Being propelled forwards was not his favorite idea, much less now he saw something else. Something.... standing... there. There in the dark, against a much brighter light than that of the moon. What the heck was with that?! Why couldn't he be properly sent over to hell without a heart-constricting fright?!

"It's a woman," Jonathan said, suddenly, who was in front of the group to begin with. Narrowing his eyes and forcing them, Victor started making out a form - while still struggling to keep himself at a safe distance, despite this woman's unhelpfulness in that area. ("Will you stop that?!")

It was a woman alright, and the grown she wore was a black and white robe, a tunic... It was a nun. She stood there with infinite patience, waited them to approach. Her face and stance was immovable. She could have been a stone statue carved in flesh. And as Jonathan, and as the rest of them, came to stand before her, her lips parted and she said one thing:

"Diddle, diddle..."

It wouldn't have been so freaky had it not been followed by a louder shout like million other voices answering in unison, "Diddle, diddle." from behind her.

It was the sound of mass, a massive congregation, in white robes, kneeling down on stools facing the other side where the figure of Christ was missing. Only the nun faced you, standing so she was blocking the entry to what appeared to be a chapel back there. There were so many candles on floors and stands, it almost looked like the church was on fire.

None of them turned to speak to you. Certainly you have been wondering where in hell have all these people come from. A feeling of foreboaring seizes you, yet the nun and the lambs only repeated once more: "diddle, diddle."

And then a darkness like a black blanket covered you all. Thus you entered a black sleep.

OOC: Kidding. There is an expression in Spanish, "quorum". When there is lack thereof, it means there is no interest or sentiment. So, yeah, I'm closing this RP^^ I'll be asking a mod to move it to finished RPs.

Don't worry about it, maybe if everybody had begun at the same starting point, you could have interacted more and the story would have moved more smoothly. Some of that interaction was necessary. For example, you needed the Seer's vision to guess the location of the kids, and the knowledge on Vampires by meeting one (also why I brought Agnos - Peony may remember him), everybody should have met with the director of the hospital and the depressed priest in the chapel and the poltergeist. I also know this is not the kind of the story some of you dig, so maybe I'll come with some more social-RP like that next time.

For the record, if you didn't leave by "x" hour, something would be triggered in the insane group's minds and every of those people were going to attack you. One of those people mentioned were going to warn you, and that would also work better if they were all in the same space. I meant to bring the scattered players together by making the insane cooperate, but to do that you needed to figure out what the nursery rhymes clues. Then there was a climbing up the tower, where you would find out the truth.

Maybe another time =P Thanks everybody for participating, I hope to see you around. Laters.

Nelida's mouth dropped as she heard the Arab boy's comment and respanded saying, "What? I just almost died being wrapped in a toilet paper that had some sort of curse on it that I could not break through but somehow the little boy the little boy freed me, It was a serious matter you nincompoop".

There was something certainly irritating about this one. This Arab boy...

After she heard the Arab boy say that not even here was safe she knew she was gonna have to work with him because he knew the face better and and pursed her lips and said, "Fine, I'll help you in trying to locate the boss of this damm place", Nelida said rather sternly almost not believing she had to work with this creep.