~°At midnight Im plastic~° (0/12)

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Name: "My name is Ashley...." her voice is quiet almost monotone./
"Oh I'm Faron and I can already tell your name is beautiful" he winks

Age: "I'd rather not say..." she almost had fear in her eyes from the question/
"Well that's something I cant really tell you" he rubs his neck laughing a bit.

Nickname: "I knew someone that called me ash..." she looked like she was thinking of the past and it made her smile/
"Oh me? I've never really had one so maybe I can be called Fary?" He chuckles
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" she looked like she was thinking of the past and it made her smile/"Oh me? I've never really had one so maybe I can be called Fary?" He chuckleslooks:

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Personality: "I'm quiet as you can see, I'm bold in a sense where I believe I should get straight to the point, and I'm scared of what will happen to me if I take a wrong step

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Personality: "I'm quiet as you can see, I'm bold in a sense where I believe I should get straight to the point, and I'm scared of what will happen to me if I take a wrong step...." she sighs/
He smiles wide "Well I'm very outgoing myself~, maybe even a little flirty, and lastly I'm very cautious of myself"

Likes:"I like the little animals that visit me every once in a while." She giggled a bit just thinking about them/
He stretched a bit "Me? I like to play with kids since I'm a teacher. Just seeing their smiles have always put me in a good mood"

Dislikes: They both stay quiet for a while before they both say in unison "...Midnight..."

Occupation: "Its starting to get late so can we hurry up with these questions? I'm a owner of a dress boutique" she softly smiled at you./
He smirked "Didnt I already say it? Whatever I'll say it again. I'm a teacher teaching for 5th graders"

Pets: "Oh dear it's almost midnight I should go..." she says a little fidgety (None)/
"Me I have a pet answer named Franklin" he checks his watch and sweats a bit.

Sexuality: "This is the last question I'm answer!" She said getting snappy "I'm Bi..." she sighs/
"Me? I'm into guys and girls~" he looked at his watch again and stood up.

Backstory: The big clock stroke 12 and the people soon fell to their knees as their legs were now plastic and soon enough..... Their body was. They looked lifeless and emotionless. They looked like normal, human sized dolls.~
This all started when a doll maker lost his wife and brother in a car crash. He thought maybe he could make dolls of them to make him feel better. As soon as he did he cried for all he could see were puppets. As he shook his head his tears flew onto the puppets just as the clock stroke 3 in the morning. They started to move, and both got up hugging the man. The man screamed in terror as he pushed them away screaming to get out. Just being brought to life the dolls were scared and ran off both dolls going in diffrent directions. Every since that night at 12 a clock they would turn back to remind them who they are, because that was the time they were made. They would be alive again at 3 in the morning. They both wish they had something that could keep them that way.

Other: there was silence only thing left was two dolls. (They dont keep in contact with eachother but do have a special link with eachother. They both call eachother sister and brother.)

Scenario 1: You were walking down the street hearing the sleeping of birds and the pitter patterns of squirrel feet. This was all interrupted when a woman/man was running and looking frantic as they looked at their watches. You wonder what's happening, but you just think they were late for something. Before you were about to walk off they fall to their knees and you run over worriedly. They look up at you and say 2 words "Help....me" and just like that they were soon a doll.

You?

Scenario 2:Make it up

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