A Rag Doll's Curse [[ Role Play ]]

Athalia went outside. "Its such a nice day today.."

She was outside!! This was his chance! He began to walk up to her, opening his left eye but making sure to remember how she looked like. His left eye always got attention, so leaving it open was always something he did when trying to harm dolls. He looked over at her, and waved.
"Excuse me, miss!" He cried.

Athalia looked at the man. What happened to your eye? She asked to the man, mentally. Sorry, I can't talk..

"...It's a physical disorder! Don't make fun of it!" He said it rather jokingly, though. "Telepathy.. hm.. God that's weird." It wasn't, really, but he had to seem just like a human.
"Anyway, do you know directions to 145 Honey Street?"

She nodded. She took a piece pf paper and wrote the directions.

"Mmm... thanks." He looked over at the other girl that had recently come out. He shut his eye... Another doll! Awesome! Opening it quickly and not trying to look suspicious, he looked over at her, she had brown hair and was dressed really really fancily.
"...Are you going somewhere?" He asked her, it was obviously directed towards the girl, his eyes straight in her face. "You look lovely, but not really for the weather!" he gave a small chuckle.

Athalia went inside the house and found a piece of candy. She went back out Do you want this?

Willow sat on her bed in her room, munching of cookies that she bought at the bakery. She's so happy that she's not a rag doll anymore. She peeked at her backpack and saw her rag doll dangling from it. She sighed and started thinking about how wonderful it is being a human instead of a rag doll.

Athalia gave him a eyepatch. Sorry for your eye.

He put his fingers around his messenger bag, his face tightening a little. "There are many things in this bag! I just carry it around, jeez, not only women have use for these things you know!" He laughed, but it did sound a bit nervous, he was never a talent for lying. "There's uh.." He opened it, taking out a pencil. "This thing and..." He took out a pamphlet for something to do with vision. "This thing.."
He looked over at Athalia, giggling at the offer. "It's not something that can be cured with an eyepatch, sadly. I think it's easier to just show it off."

"It's fine! It's happened before, don't worry." He grinned, entering Hailey's house rather happily.
"And nope, I'm fine right now, except that if you have any lemonade or the materials to make it I'll take a glass!" He looked up, wondering how he could hurt them. Or, in other words, how he would find their dolls.
"Your house is rather nice! You live here alone?"

Athalia left her bag on a couch and went to the bathroom. ((Her bag has the corpse doll.))

She started to worry. She had left her corpse doll on a couch!

"Lemon, please!" Now that he was alone in the room, he had time to look around for the corpse. The most obvious places to look are always bags, dolls tend to keep them there. The bag the girl had just dropped seemed like somewhere he could look, and opening it.. Jackbox! He stayed quiet and grabbed the doll, it didn't even have a lock, how amateur..
"Now... What will I do with you?" He whispered.

Athalia hears some noise. It sounded strange and she couldn't figure it out.

"...Why are you getting so extreme over a doll? Im just looking at it, silly, it's rather lovely! I just want to pinch it's little cheeks!" He grabbed the dolls cheeks and clawed his nails into them, attempting to break part of it, his nails weren't very sharp, so it would take a bit, but it would be possible.
"And.. Is everyone here magical? It- It's really odd..." He kept pinching it.

Athalia felt strange pinches in her face, and then it started being more painful.