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YOU ARE THE MAN OF YOUR HOUSE…

You are blue blooded, a noble man since birth. It didn’t matter that you had no Father because you were the head of your family and you ruled like a King. Whenever you parted your pretty lips your words flowed like pure gold coating everything around you in false promise. All that glitters isn’t gold but if nobody else questioned it, you didn’t need to tell them that. You were like a predator waiting for it’s prey when it came to getting what you wanted, devouring any weakness and any show of sensitivity both personally and professionally. It’s not your fault that you were destined to be great, is it? Your Mother always told you that you were born to do something wonderful.

BUT NOW DAD IS DEAD…

You think it is sad that a man could work so hard for something only to be loathed and slaughtered. It seems wrong to you. This isn’t something that happens in the world that you have been promised your entire life. Successful people are meant to live fantastic lives, blood and promise pulsing through their veins for an eternity. You do not like the thought of death… It scares you because you are young and already have so many enemies.

WE’RE ALL FAMILY HERE…

ROMAN. old friend. he left and you hated him for it.

ADINA. interest. you are inspired by women who can hold power.

LOUIS. close friend. if he has to choose a side then it should be yours.

ESTELLE. sister. you are one and the same, you know each other too well.

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                              welcome back to…

                                  (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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YOU NEVER WANTED A PART IN THIS…

tw: eating disorder, ocd.

You were only a small child when your relationship with obsession began. it started with needing to wash your hands a little too much, the desire to be clean. You couldn’t touch anything without disinfecting, you couldn’t eat without wiping down every surface your food would touch. Slowly it became an obsession over everything that went into your mouth, a lot of things became restricted, you had to write down everything you ate and every detail of how you prepared it. Your parents knew they had to do something, Vertmoor High School knew they had to do something, and that something turned out to be therapy.

BUT NOW DAD IS DEAD…

Therapy helped you, it saved you, it changed you but it did not erase your fear. That’s why you were introduced to Horatio. You shared something so important, it was the hope of your therapist that together you could see each other’s journeys, watch each other grow and share parts of what made it so difficult. Now, you must do something you never thought you would, something that fills you with dread; Walk into the Lion’s den. You know the longer he spends there, the more he will back slide, but, can you really get him to listen?

WE’RE ALL FAMILY HERE…

HORATIO. therapy partner. you said you’d help each other, was that an oath?

CHANDLER. ex-fling. he was the opposite of neat and tidy, that hurt your head.

HARLEY. ex-classmate. you always felt like something about her put you on edge.

CONSTANTIN. family connection. your families have a way of coming together.

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                           welcome back to…

                               (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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YOU WERE HIS PRISON WARDEN…

You’re told now that your Father was a bad man. Your therapist tells you that the years of damage he inflicted upon your family may never be undone. You nod along and when you get out of the office you put back on the Rolex he gifted you on your 12th birthday so you would always know if the others were late. You wanted so badly to impress him. To earn his love. You had a job to do, regimented and strict. You were the first one up each Morning and the last one paroling the halls at night. You thought you were the warden but you were in prison too. And all these years later, you wish you could go back, because at least there you felt in control. Isn’t that CRAZY?

BUT NOW DAD IS DEAD…

tw: blood, obsessive compulsion.

You have a secret, Horatio. It doesn’t sit on your neatly ordered shelves, it doesn’t have a compartment in your mind where it can be filed away. It doesn’t even have a label in your label maker – if it did, it wouldn’t be a problem, no matter how gruesome. You saw Mom that night. You don’t remember why you went over, in fact, now you’re not entirely sure it happened at all, maybe it was all a dream, an apparition, a twisted vision. Maybe you didn’t see Mom standing there in the kitchen baking an apple pie splattered almost head to toe in blood the very same night your beloved Dad was bludgeoned to death. Or maybe you did. How can you choose between your need to do the righteous thing and exposing the one person who ever made you feel safe? You’ve never had to make a decision before.

WE’RE ALL FAMILY HERE…

GRACIELA. distraction. their love for you felt like an abyss, you didn’t want to be swallowed.

ACE. rival. you were better than them, you listened, you obeyed, but they got the rewards.

DECEMBER. dislike. rules weren’t made to be broken, you tried to tell him that.

CASSIA. fear. it crept under your skin, the fear, the concern, not knowing why they would want to escape that house.

REMY. idol. practically perfect in every way, your inspiration.

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                          welcome back to…

                              (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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YOUR ONLY JOB IS TO LOOK THE PART…

You are a wonderful pretender. You are the front cover of a magazine that’s never meant to be opened, your Mother’s perfect little daughter that knows exactly how to get what she wants. The only difference between you and the other girls in this town with the same beauty is that you also have brains. You have always known how to get what you want and wrap others around your little finger. You have become a genius at manipulating situations to your advantage and coming our smelling like roses, never as ruthless as your siblings but always winning just the same.

BUT NOW DAD IS DEAD…

It affects you so little that you almost turn over the channel when it’s announced on television. Vidal may have been a family friend but he was never of particular use to you. It is only when your Mother’s behaviour begins to change that you begin to become interested in what she is hiding and why she has always worshipped him. What could be so special about that man? Perhaps you want to find out if it runs in his DNA being so addictive when his biological children come to town.

WE’RE ALL FAMILY HERE…

CECILYA. unsure. two young girls so alike and yet you don’t trust her.

MILES & VERITY. interest. becoming an athanas has made them all the more interesting as your own little collectibles.

VICTORIA. sister/npc. you wonder who would of been favoured were she here.

JULY. dislike. you see in him what you are and you never liked it.

BELVA. enemy. you long for all the same positions, self made enemies.

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                          welcome back to…

                              (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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YOU WERE ABOVE IT ALL…

You were born to look down at others. Even your own Father could never do enough to earn your respect. You looked down at your nose at the townspeople that ran around in circles and n ever really left. You had the wings of a Condor and you knew that you would spread them and fly away. You became a better police officer than your Father ever was at the head of his small town police department and you cackled and spat at every so called crime that he solved. You didn’t come back for the holidays, sometimes you forgot you even had a family at all. Your life was a new one full of friends and foes that could match your intelligence in your opinion alone. You thought you would never go back to that place.

BUT NOW DAD IS DEAD…

Only this unsolvable case could lure you back into a stalemate with your old homestead. You think your Father a pathetic stupid man and everything he has done so far has made a mockery of a name you would openly deny but still belong to. You have returned to overthrow him, embarrass him and prove once and for all that if anyone should be in charge of their own department it is you. In a week you will be back in your skyline apartment watching the real world buzz by once more.

WE’RE ALL FAMILY HERE…

ADINA. colleague. you think she’s too personally involved to see the truth.

CHANDLER. none. you know he is too stupid to have committed any real serious crime.

JOEY. annoyance. someone so unlike yourself. it will not do.

ACE. old friend. it’s a surprise both of your heads can fit through one doorway.

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                        welcome back to…

                           (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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NOTHING YOU EVER DID MADE SENSE…

Every path that was laid out for you was one that you avoided. Something beyond nature called to you and whether that was being a con-artist or genuinely connecting with the dearly departed, you made a life of it. Sticks and stones could break your bones but words could never hurt. More unkind words than sticks were ever thrown at you, Joey. You were a listener, an ear, a free spirit that would never be tamed and somehow you got through your life never really having to choose some realistic standard to live by. You were the one thing in this world that was truly pure.

BUT NOW DAD IS DEAD…

The connection ignites you, you cling to this stands calling you feel you have and it draws you to that house. You wait and you wait, long past the psychic, long past watching Roman Castle pack his bags and leave for good. You sit and you wait for the moment that will be most opportune for you to bestow upon the children the greatest gift of all; a Mother. Something in you is akin with that blonde woman who once stood by their side, that empty look you saw in all those pictures. You decide that in a time that more than anything they need a parent, you, a perfect stranger can become that for them.

WE’RE ALL FAMILY HERE…

OREGON. dislike. the fascination with being better has never spoke to you.

DECEMBER. way in. you know how to sniff out the weakest link in the pack.

RIVER. knows. somewhere along the way the two of you have met.

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                        welcome back to…

                           (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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                        welcome back to…

                           (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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                        welcome back to…

                           (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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                        welcome back to…

                           (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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                        welcome back to…

                           (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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[dollhousepromo]

                        welcome back to…

                           (  THE DOLLHOUSE )

Empty halls, untouched childhood bedrooms, everything you didn’t pack when you left —

WELCOME HOME. Was it ever home to begin with?

The walls are heaving with secrets, everyone’s hiding something. Maybe the least of your worries is who killed Dad, maybe you’re burying your own secrets beneath the conservatory, maybe you’re biting your own tongue. Don’t worry, the truth will come out in the end, and it’ll never be as pretty as you were. You were Dad’s little dolls.

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