Smile Sweetly

Lovable Dark-side

I might be a scarf. Who knows?

Smile sweetly


"Smile sweetly darling,tell the lies like they're the truth,and do everything I say,then maybe you will surivie here.But if you disobey the punishments are servear and you won't last that long,"That is what Mother,or Father say right before bed,making sure we remebered the rules,but the truth is we never forgot them,mostly because if we did.It wouldn't end well with us.


We weren't born here you know.These people we call Mother and Father aren't our parents and we don't want to be here.We were taken all of us at the age of four,but at different times,so we are all different ages.Some older,others younger.Yet,always taken at the age of four.


There use to be more of us.Twelve in all,but the others disappeared.One night Father came in and just took them and they were never seen again.But we all know what happen,even thought Father said they went away.We all know they're dead.They didn't follow the rules and they went poof,or maybe they were examples of what could happen to us.


Plot: You have been kidnapped at one point,or another by a couple who call themselves Mother and Father.They take you rename you and break you down your to point where you don't even know if the life you had,before them was real,or just a hazy dream.But you do know something it is wrong the way they treat you.Locked up in the downstairs basement with only each other to keep you sane,but you listen and don't fight back,because if you do well it doesn't turn out well.


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Claudia, also known as Mother sits down in her lavender high back chair, in which she always sat when she was thinking. She rests right arm upon the plush, velvet arm rest and sighs, it was quite in the house this morning and it irked her. The children, her children should have been upstairs by now ready for morning inspection. She crosses legs attempting to get in a more comfortable position and takes in a big breath, and leans forward, like she was fixing to get out of the chair. But changes her mind and sits down. Mother taps her fingers on the armrest impatiently and waits for another minute or so, before getting up, smoothing out the folds of her dress as she does and walks over to the steps that headed downward into the downstairs basement. She stands there for a few moment and cold smile dancing across her lips.



 

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Bianca sat in a corner of the basement by herself. Her knees were pulled into her chest and she picked her nails, while watching her "brothers and sisters" with judging eyes. It was about time for their morning inspection, but for some reason none of the other children had started up the stairs yet, and Bianca didn't want to be the first to go up. Then she heard footsteps coming down the stairs into the basement. She recognized them as Mother's. Bianca flickered her mean eyes over to the stairs and stood up.


((just a question, do they have nice clothes and things and nice living conditions or is it bad?))
 
Angie grumbles in her sleep, twisting and turning as memories pierce her mind like nightmares. She sees a man and woman who look nothing like her mum and dad, and her mum and dad. The word 'Choose' echoes through her mind, and she wakes up, her pale brown hair soaked through with sweat. Her violet eyes shine with fear, then calming as she realizes that it was only a dream. Angie rakes a hand through her straight locks, trying to pulled the mussed up mass into something resembling neatness. Rubbing her eyes with a pale hand tiredly, she gets up, gazing around the damp and dark dungeon of their home. She stumbles to her feet, and quickly changes into a knee length pleated jean skirt and long sleeved white tee. She rakes her hands through her hair, 'brushing' it. Thinking that she has some time before inspection, Angie sits against a wall, and sings a soft lullaby to herself under her breath, in a creepily soft, high voice. "Hush little baby, don't say a word. Mommy's gonna buy you a mockingbird..."
 
kendall said:
((just a question, do they have nice clothes and things and nice living conditions or is it bad?))
Well, kinda in between, like there clothes are nice, but for where they sleep it's not like extremely nice. Yet, it isn't too horrible either.
 
Reed struggles through his haze of sleep, pulling his eyes open with all of his mind power, then pulling himself into a sitting position. He shudders involuntarily at Angel's creepy singing, though it could be worse. He hears the stairs creak, and curses in his mind. Getting to his feet, he pulls on a crisp white long sleeved top and jeans. Not bothering with his hair, he leans against a wall, eyes darting around the darkened dungeon room. No one else seems to be awake except for him, Angel and Bianca. The last who was sitting in a corner as usual. Reed's hand darts to his neck and traces the imprint on it out of habit as he nervously waits. It couldn't be time yet; no one else was awake. He was usually the last to wake up. It must just be some other reason that someone was coming. Reed walked over to Bianca, and crouched down next to her "It's not inspection time, right?" He asks her anxiously.
 
Ryley had woken up. She had a strange dream last night but for some reason shoe couldnt quiet remember what it was about. She noticed Angel and Bianca were awake but she didn't bother going to talk to them instead. She stayed where she was. On her bed laying down. She could hear "mother" coming down. She knew it was her based onthe footsteps. Fear arose in Ryley but she didn't move an inch. She was not going to show this women she was afraid of her. She knew she wasn't her mother. She knew it. If only she could prove it.
 
Bianca didn't look to see who was talking to her, she knew his voice too well. It was Reed. "I think it is." Bianca didn't make any eye contact with him. "And I think Mother is coming downstairs, and I don't think she's happy." Bianca was barefoot, wearing a white short dress. Her hair was messy and long, reaching her waist.


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Reed curses in his mind, and jumps up from the floor. He scurries over to Angel, who has only just finished her song, and pulls her onto her feet. Poor kid, she feels about five pounds when he pulls her up, lifting her off of the ground for a moment. "It's inspection time." He tells her, and her eyes widen fearfully. She scurries over to her bed, yanking a brush through her hair. Reed smiles slightly at the child's frenzied actions. She feels like a little sister to him, he'd never want to see her hurt.


Fear takes over Angie's whole spirit as she gets ready quickly. She fixes her top, tucking them hem of it into her skirt. Angie bites her lip nervously, unsure of what to do.
 
Mother takes a single step down the thirteen stair steps that lead down to the basement, her heel clicking. Announcing she was on her way downs, along with the creaks of the steps. Slowly, she goes down the stairs and unlocks the door, opening it without a noise she pokes her head," Good morning lambs," She says in a to cheery tone, her eyes looking upon the forms that were already out of bed, ignoring those who weren't," You do know it is morning shan't you," Her eyes rest upon Bianca who was in her little corner. Mother gives her a quick glance over starting at her bare feet and moving her icy blue eyes slowly upwards towards her face, taking note of her messy hair. Yet, that venomous smile doesn't flatter. She continues to glance over the children who are awake


" It is time for Inspection, yet none of you came up and I don't see why. I mean you are obviously awake," Mother, walking over towards the children," So, why my dear were you no awake?"
 
Bianca stood up as Reed left her side quickly. Then she spotted Mother at the end of the stairs. Mother's eyes caught Bianca's, and Bianca felt her judging her messy locks. She ran her long fingers through her hair, tugging away the knots. Bianca didn't respond to Mother's questions. She knew that no matter what she said, it wouldn't be the right answer. Bianca kept her blue eyes staring at the floor by her feet, trying not to make eye contact with Mother again.
 
"Sorry mummy." Angie says quickly, gnawing at the insides of her cheeks with worry "I didn't know it was morning. I thought is was still night." She says, hoping that she won't get in trouble. The sleeves of her top come down past her wrists, to her fingertips and she toys with them nervously. She glances around, chewing at her tongue.


Reed says nothing, just gazing at his mother, whom is isn't exactly certain of the fact if she is his mother or not. "Sorry mother." He says stiffly, "I made the assumption that as not many other were awake and I often wake up last, it must not be inspection time yet. I am very sorry." He explains, in the same stiff voice, trying to lay it on thick. Though, after all of these years it's a bit more of a challenge to kiss up to them. What with all of the random four-year-olds just turning up randomly.
 
Father walked into the living room and noticed that she wasn't sitting in her lavender chair like she was a few minutes ago. He wondered where she was until he heard her strict voice coming from the basement. He decided to go down and see what was going on down there. His heavy steps alerted the children downstairs that he was coming. Father stood by his wife, watching the few awake children.
 
Mother turns to see Mark coming down the stairs, " Oh, sweetie you may go back upstair I can handle this," She walks over to him putting her hand on his shoulder," Me and the children are just going to play a little game. Why don't you go up and make breakfast. I just have the biggest craving for something sweet," She tells him, before turning away from him," Okay Lambs we are going to play a game. Nothing too taxing this morning for I am feeling generous,"She announces to the children, taking a quick glance toward Angel. A smirk appears on her face, a sadistic look appearing in her eyes," So, pick your players, then send them up darlings," Mother then turns her backs to them and walks up the stairs where she would pick out some materials for her little game.
 
(This could be a horror rp... I should read it to my baby brother as a bedtime story. :) )


Angie's blood runs cold as mummy looks at her. She shrinks into herself, eyes watering slightly. "What do we do?" She asks the two elder kids in a soft voice. She goes over to Bianca, nudging her "What are we supposed to do?" She repeats to her eldest sibling.


"She said players. That means at least two of us must go up..." Reed muses in a soft voice. He looks expectantly at Bianca. She had been here the longest, so she must know what they were supposed to do. It was highly probable, though, that she'd have him and Angie go up and stay here herself. It was either all of them or just two of them. That's what it sounded like mother was implying.
 
Marc didn't say a word to his wife, he just turned around and went into the kitchen. He knew that the children hadn't come up for their daily inspection this morning, and now they were gonna pay.


Bianca knew these games. Whenever the children misbehaved, Mother would play these games with them and children would usually come back hurt, or not come back at all. Bianca had never played in her Mother's games. She knew they weren't safe. Angie nudged her and Bianca knew that the little girl had no idea what was going on. "Maybe you should go up Angie. After all, you're one of Mother's favorites. You can see what's going on for us."
 
Angie thought for a moment, and nodded slowly. "Ok." She says slowly, smiling slightly. "I do like games, anyways." She adds, oblivious to whatever may be in store for her. She goes over to her bed, and looks for her shoes. Finally discovering them, she yanks them onto her feet. The pale white ballet flats lace up her ankles, looking almost like a part of her skin.


Reed's blood freezes slightly. He isn't entirely certain of what the games are, but doesn't want Angel going up on her own "I'll go with you Angel. Just in case." He says the last bit as an afterthought, and pulls on his navy blue sneakers. He goes over to Angel and takes her hand "C'mon, lets not keep mother waiting." He says, and shoots a quizzical look over his shoulder at Bianca.


Angie nods, and pulls Reed towards the steps. The two climb them shortly after mother, and arrive at the door. Reed pushes it open, and the pair walk in.
 
Bianca smiled as she stepped back into her corner of the room. Looked like she was safe for this game. She slid down the wall and sat down with her back to it. She pulled her knees into her chest and waited to see what would happen.
 
Mother turns her head when she sees Angies and Reed open the door and enter the living room. She smiles and walks over to the two," Well, I see you two have been chosen," Mother smiles placing her hand to her lips thinking for a moment," Reed you see to be awful close to Little Angel don't you," She ask, quirking her thin brow, placing a hand on Angies shoulder, pulling her small form to her body.
 
Reed stiffens as he sees mother pull Angel to her, fire entering his gaze momentarily. "Maybe." He says stiffly, not wanting to admit it fully. That could get her hurt, or killed; all to hurt him and make him angry. His gaze shoots to Angel worriedly for a moment, then darting away. Don't fall for it. Is the only thought passing through his mind as he keeps his clenched fists at his sides.


Angie stumbles slightly as her mummy pulls her to her side "What game are we playing? Is it twenty questions?" She asks childishly and obliviously. A small worried thought enters her worried mind, but its locked away along with everything else; leaving only her childish, immature sweetness. All of her stubborn, insolent, irresponsible and mature characteristics hidden behind a wall built up in her mind.
 
Claudia lets go of Angie and walks over to a cabinet, taking something out of its draws . She knew Reed was only half a**ing the question, so she was going to taking the hard route to figure much he actually cared. She licks her pink lips and smiles walking back over to the children," Marc hunny will you come in here please," She calls to her husband.


(@kendall )
 
Marc walked over to her wife. She stood by two children who looked scared. "Yes dear?" Marc looked at the similar looking children and remembered that he and Claudia had kidnapped them from the same house. They were brother and sister, but they didn't know that.
 
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Angie stumbles back, and stands next to Reed again. "What's the game?" She asks, wide eyed and innocent.


Reed was unsure, and just said "I dunno." with a shrug. He messes with the tail of his shirt, eyes worried. He had no idea of what she was planning, and was actually frightened. Angel had turned into his sister, somehow. His true sister, someone that he worried about a lot. He put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it.


(They're 4 years apart, so they were kidnapped at different times, I'd think. Unless they kidnapped Reed when he was 8.)
 
"Marc sweetie would you please restrain Reed, as I take care of Angel," She ask, revealing was a knife in her hand, waving it slightly," Then please get the others ready for school," Mother walks over to Angel and takes her hand in her's," Well, The game is. You have to try not to scream for a little bit, but if you do well. I think two days in the isolation room will work," Mother smiles a look of pure joy on her face," Oh, and if you Bubba tries to do anything, like stop me Daddy will handle him."
 
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Marc grabbed Reed before Reed could respond and react to what Mother was saying. Marc was very strong, and pulled some handcuffs out of his pocket. He always carried these around in case any of the children misbehaved. Marc pulled Reed's hands behind his back then put handcuffs on him.
 

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