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"I-I.. I didn't want to Ｐｌａｙ... I didn't want to play his ɢᴀᴍᴇ ." [ιɴdepeɴdeɴт/ѕeмι ѕelecтιve Sαlly Wιllιαмѕ rp вloɢ ] ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴄᴀʟʟɪᴇ

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[ I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, so like this post for a starter! ]

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mxrso​ 

◤ஐ◥  Upon the arrival of the peculiar entity,                              Sally spared no inquisitive gawking at his appearance.                            Perhaps he was sickly, with crimson smeared on his                            porcelain skin and figure draped in tattered clothing.                            Fearing this would ruin the fun of her childish antics, she                            drew closer for further observation. 

                                                                              ❝ You're all gross looking. Are you sick?❞              

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                                                                   Ｉｎｎｘｃｅｎｔｉａ 

“I-I.. I didn’t want t-to play… I didn’t want to play his g-game…” 

☠ Indie rp blog for Sally Williams from Creepypasta’s Play With Me 

☠Semi-selective

☠ 5 years of rp experience 

☠ Comfortable with all fandoms and Oc’s

☠ Comfortable with all forms of rp

☠ If you follow me I will love you 5ever and we can have all the threads bb <3 

                          Pℓαу              ωιтн                   мє 

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[ Hello, lovelies! I am happy to say that I've returned, and I'm ready to finish old threads and begin new ones! Please let me know if you'd like to plot, or feel free to tag me in a starter. :) ] 

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theslendermancan 

◤ஐ◥ Streaks of crimson trailed behind bare feet, marking the dismal forest floor. Hours  drifted past with little variation from the last, the developing darkness failing to affect the lone child. How long had she been wandering? Seeking comfort within the confines of bare trees, where human hands had long since discarded her. She squeezed the tarnished teddy bear in her arms, the only remnant of her past life.

Pitifully lonely, why was she so l o n e l y ?

Aimless wandering evolved into a now desperate search, Sally longing to discover any human presence among the desolation. Scampering  did her little good, but she refused to cease her pace. There had to be someone, anyone. 

                                   ━ could there have been a distant noise? 

                                 ❝━ Hello? ❞

A minuscule voice echoed throughout empty surroundings, providing little prospect for hope. 

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☾ ‘it, shows reaction    however arrogant               (arrogance it shouldn’t be allowed   )               and notes that it is a smaller one, a particle given notation of words               to utilize for it’s own, pitiful, means. it takes note of blood and grime,               understanding appearance, and sneers’ ☽ 

☾ ‘as much               as one could with frozen face’ ☽

No.

☾ ‘it mocks,               toneless and bitter in lacking opinion.’ ☽

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◤ஐ◥ Emerald oculars expand, amusement nor  irritation present, rather evident perplexity caused    by his snide remark. She allows herself a full  step this time, observing the being at a closer proximity.

                     ❝ You do  talk! ❞

Brilliant deduction, Sally. Her impure features glow with new-found joy. She's immensely  pleased with herself, drawing speech from him even if minimal.

                      ❝ What's your name?                          I'm Sally. Sally Williams. ❞

[lavandavera]

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◤ஐ◥ Harsh notes rivaling the sharpest of knives sliced  through her vocal chords, an  endless cocktail of enraged  screams escaping the child. 

In simpler terms, a temper  tantrum at it's finest appeared before the other. And she was unlikely to calm herself anytime soon.  

                                                    ❝ Why won't anyone play with me? Why, why,                                                           W H Y ? ❞

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[so I really want to make a verse where Sally went through what she did with her uncle, but didn't die. She proceeded to grow into a woman, but the incident always affected her. In fact, it impacted her mental health with such severity that she found comfort in taking out her pain on others. Homicidal was naturally a perfect outlet. I'm gonna make this a thing. I'm gonna do the thing. 

On another note, I'm working on starters for those who liked my starter call post!] 

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☾ ‘real world manifestation festers upon it’s conscious,               blood long rotted seeking purchase into air,               feeding on its own discomfort’ ☽ 

☾ ‘do not give heed to those of new appearance,               no matter acknowledgement’ ☽

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Always the ever-curious, intrigued by incidents  which would venture to disturb many, Sally inched towards the boy draped in foreign clothing. Evidently he was aware of her presence, she stood within his range of vision, after all. However, one would not assume this to be true given prolonged silence.

                                      ❝ Do you talk? ❞ 

Though it would prove bothersome if he spared no evidence of speech, she supposed this  wouldn't effect his capability playing some games. 

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                    His eyes closed as her heard the friendly voice.                                                                              ❝Sally! No need to shout ❞                                                                                               He watched the young girl move towards him.                                                                        Her wounds were no surprise to him. A l w a y s                                                                       managing to ignore them and admiring the teddy bear.                                                           ❝Always. Which game will it be today?❞  

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A giggle escaped the petite child, entirely prepared to drag Landon into another day filled with energetic activities and relentless  entertainment. For if the games did cease without her consent, Sally could so effortlessly conform into a being of nightmares.

                            ❝ Hide and seek first!                                  And yooou're hiding                                 first this time, okay? ❞

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  The snowfall was her happiest time out of the year. Everyone was usually merry and happy, the Christians and Catholics praising that their lord was born on the special holiday in December. Here Aithley was, making her way down the sidewalk through snow and ice, trying to get to a nearby shop to grab hot chocolate.

It was when she saw a small distant figure run towards her that she jumped in surprise, especially at the sound of giggles ringing through the cold air. As the silohutte came closer and closer she could make out a small girl, seeming to be covered and blood and what seemed like dirt too. What was most surprising was the fact that she did not have any shoes or sandals on. 

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So it was a woman! Unable to contain her glee, Sally preformed numerous irregular skips, each time closing the proximity between the pair. How thrilling it was to happen upon a possible ━ no,  definite playmate amid the winter wonderland.  This one had certainly spotted her prior, though   appeared not to be emitting any harsh screams or raging waterworks. It was meant to be! 

                     ❝ I found you, I found you! ❞ 

She spoke as though this time had been spent searching for her specifically, which remained  partially true when considering her twisted logic. She sought an ideal playmate. And the pure  optimism in her fragile mind  insisted this was the one.

                    ❝ Now you have to play with me! ❞

[quotasia]

Do old scars ever stop hurting?

Stephen King, The Shining (via cavum)

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4 want to play

[miisterscars]

         ”Oh…”

∦Eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What an odd sight - he really should have been used to odd things by now - to see what looked to be a young girl in the middle of who knows where. With what looked to be blood running down here face as well.

∦And he was supposed to be thought of as disturbing. He could ignore this fact for now.

         ”Er.. Shouldn’t you be looking for others your age to play with, Tiny..?”

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Ｔｉｎｙ？ She frowned at this, offended with her  newly presented title. The temper of  an eight year old could be so fragile, and Sally now deemed her anger worthy of this peculiar man.

                                   ❝ I'll have you know I'm a whole                                        four feet! ❞ 

An indignant huff elicited from the child. After a brief pause, in which time his original inquiry was considered, a once cross expression transformed   into obvious sorrow. When was the last time someone of her age had engaged in games with her? Not since the incident. And what a dreadful long time ago was that?

                                    ❝ No kids will play with me. I think                                          they're scared of me. ❞ 

Of course, when they had presented fear in her presence, Sally had promptly disposed of them. It was terribly rude to scream at someone after all.  

                                      ❝ Are you scared of me? ❞

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  The killer’s head snapped into the direction of sound, a voice both sweet and hollow echoed in the room.  ”...Excuse me?”  Jeff had replied, slightly baffled at the question.   His eyes focused on the little girl; her hair was matted with blood—most likely her own—and her skin was as white as snow.  His eyes narrowed.   “Who—” He corrected himself, “what are you?”

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                ❝ My momma told me never to tell my name to strangers. ❞ 

She paused momentarily, observing his monstrous appearance as though he resembled an ordinary being. A grin danced across  her bruised features, seemingly pleased with his presence. 

               ❝ I'm Sally. Now you have to tell me your name. What's your name mister?❞  

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[wow hi hello yes i'm here and i have new followers??? Welcome bbs! If any of you would like to plot, please let me know! Otherwise, like this post for a starter. ]words